Once there was a young rabbit named Shmoe. He was both lively and entertaining and spent his days frolicking in the meadows under the warm summer sun.
As the days began to cool and the nights grew chilly, Shmoe noticed that he saw less and less of his friends. Then he remembered that he, too, would soon need to find a warm and cozy home where he could spend the long winter months.
He poked and burrowed all day only to find that the other animals had already chosen the best places.
"What am I do to?" Shmoe whimpered. "I will surely freeze to death if I don't find shelter soon."
Unknown to Shmoe, a pair of yellow-green eyes had been watching him. Now, having observed his predicament, a voice hissed and slithered across the meadow on the wind.
"Come here, Shmoe, I have plenty of room for you," spoke the snake, "it is so c
As the days began to cool and the nights grew chilly, Shmoe noticed that he saw less and less of his friends. Then he remembered that he, too, would soon need to find a warm and cozy home where he could spend the long winter months.
He poked and burrowed all day only to find that the other animals had already chosen the best places.
"What am I do to?" Shmoe whimpered. "I will surely freeze to death if I don't find shelter soon."
Unknown to Shmoe, a pair of yellow-green eyes had been watching him. Now, having observed his predicament, a voice hissed and slithered across the meadow on the wind.
"Come here, Shmoe, I have plenty of room for you," spoke the snake, "it is so c
old, and you are nearly frozen. If you come in, we can keep each other company, and you will be safe from the storm."
Still feeling chilled and warmed by the idea of having found a place to stay for the winter, Shmoe nestled into the snake's coiled body. Shmoe felt the snake's body tighten around him and thought, What a lovely hug between friends!
As the snake's grip grew stronger, Shmoe struggled and squeaked, "Snake, stop! You are squeezing the life out of me!"
The snake's tongue slid across Shmoe's head as he said, "I know, how else could I have you for dinner?"
The moral of the story?
Don't be a Shmoe.
As we approach the two year anniversary of the Affordable Healthcar Act, this coming Friday, we should remember why the Act was passed in the first place: American conservatives are putting far too much trust in the for-profit health care insurance industry which only continues to exist by denying health care coverage to the sick and to the infirm. To actually provide health care coverage to the sick and infirm would take away their profit motive.
And, obviously, their dinner.
Still feeling chilled and warmed by the idea of having found a place to stay for the winter, Shmoe nestled into the snake's coiled body. Shmoe felt the snake's body tighten around him and thought, What a lovely hug between friends!
As the snake's grip grew stronger, Shmoe struggled and squeaked, "Snake, stop! You are squeezing the life out of me!"
The snake's tongue slid across Shmoe's head as he said, "I know, how else could I have you for dinner?"
The moral of the story?
Don't be a Shmoe.
As we approach the two year anniversary of the Affordable Healthcar Act, this coming Friday, we should remember why the Act was passed in the first place: American conservatives are putting far too much trust in the for-profit health care insurance industry which only continues to exist by denying health care coverage to the sick and to the infirm. To actually provide health care coverage to the sick and infirm would take away their profit motive.
And, obviously, their dinner.
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