The Sausage and the Coal
A sausage was placed on a grill by a hungry man.
I will cook this sausage until it is charred and crispy, thought the man, saliva on his tongue. He turned the sausage with a long fork and pricked its skin. The juices ran down and hit a hot coal.
The sausage thought, I wish I was that hot coal, then the man wouldn’t eat me.
The coal sizzled from the hot juices and thought, I wish I was that sausage, then I wouldn’t fade away.
The man turned the sausage and thought, I wish I had another sausage.
- from Abel's Fables, by Jason Messinger