The monkey and the peas

A monkey was carrying two handfuls of peas. One little pea dropped out. He tried to pick it up, and spilt twenty. He tried to pick up the twenty and spilt them all. Then he lost his temper, scattered the peas in all directions, and ran away.

-Fables for children, Leo Tolstoy, 1904

Sometimes you read something that hits you right in the feelings. (admittedly my feelings are quite a small target so this is rare). Also I was planting peas today. And also eating peas.

Also this fable is about a monkey… and I am a monkey. A litany of coincidences.

Also I lost my temper.

And while I didn’t run away, I did flounce around and use cuss-words… maybe running away would have been the better option.

For some reason that makes me think about Brave Sir Robin…

Bravely, bravely ran away…