The Parable of the Mouse and the Scorpion

There once was a mouse that lived in Nicaragua. He was a cute mouse, rather puny, but also rather curious. One day he ventured into a houseful of American women and three little boys. He encountered a black piece of plastic that smelled lovely and ventured into the sticky substance it contained. The poor mouse was stuck, and struggled for hours to free himself to no avail. The women of the house encountered this poor little mouse as they snacked in their brick walled kitchen. Not wanting him to struggle unto his death they discussed how to relieve him from his suffering.

In the meantime, their faithful boxer dog, Rommel, encountered a large ugly scorpion and put him out of the women's misery. The dead scorpion and the struggling mouse made an interesting picture that may accompany this parable later.

Being without a man in the house, the women decided to venture across the street with the mouse and his new habitat to see if the young man could help them with their problem. The mouse now had his mouth stuck in the glue as well. Unfortunately, the muchacho across the street wasn't home either, and the women who lived there were just as terrified at the prospect of killing this little mouse. Would he survive? Would he have a heart attack as he struggled in the trap? Would the women be able to stand the thought of blood and guts much longer?

Alas, a young Nicaraguan male approached on the street. With much giggles and broken Spanish, the American women explained their predicament and asked him to put the poor mouse to sleep, but away from the women's ears and eyes. He understood the part about killing the mouse, but not about moving away from the five nervously giggling women. The mouse met his end at the hands of a 16 year old, confused Nicaraguan with a shovel in his hand, while women screamed and covered their ears to block out the sounds of the mouse execution.

The moral of the story is: Better to meet a quick death at the hands of a Nicaraguan man or American dog than to struggle for hours at the hands of squeemish American women!

Comments

[Goyo]

That's a great story and really makes me homesick. Of course had I been there I would've done exactly as that intrepid Nica youth did except that first I would've chased the girls around with the so-called "cute" little mouse.