The Lion, the Peacock, and the Mole

The Lion, the peacock, and the mole


In the day of our Lord and by the end times of man, a proud lion and pompous peacock pranced the earth. The lion and peacock had been arguing of which human statue was of greater value to give the Lord. They decided to meet a wise man named Faust to settle the dispute.

With a boisterous roar, the lion, said, “This statue of the human’s god Athena is bold and commanding. It is better than your Venus,” rustling his ruff collar, a brownish mane. Following his bush-tipped tail, swarms of mice scuttled lugging a human statue of a warrior on their backs. In time, he arrived to a Stonehenge along with the bare-chested peacock, who hardly hesitated in strutting her rainbow fan-tail.

Unimpressed, the peacock gawked, “No, this statue of the human’s god Venus is beautiful and enchanting. It is better than your Athena.” Over head, a flock of geese flew and held the rope that strung a human statue of striking beauty by their beaks.
The lion growled, “Faust, old man, tell the peacock who has the better human statue.”

Just then, a dirty, ugly mole with unmanicured nails pushed to the surface. Faust noticed this mole appeared with a plump, swollen, small statue. Knowing all there is to be known, he points at the mute creature’s statue. Faust smiles, “Age brings this piece deserving beauty as easily as humility grants even greater beauty to the least of us.” The lion and peacock laughed at the mole. The earth trembled and opened up. In fear, the mice scurried off dropping the statue of Athena on the paw of the lion. The skies darkened and flashes crisscrossed the gray dome. Surprised, the geese scattered dropping the statue of Venus to the floor shattering it.

The peacock squealed, “My statue is ruined. You dim-witted birds.”
The lion moaned, “My paw. You stupid rodents.”

The right kind of sacrifice is always given with the right heart.

Be humble in all your affairs, and someone will notice you.

When we think of royalty, we should think a peasant’s reserve, not glamour or arrogance, as a sure sign of royal blood.