There once was an oyster
Whose story I tell,
Who found that some sand
Had got into his shell.
It was only a grain,
But it gave him great pain.
For oysters have feelings
Although they’re so plain.
Now, did he berate
The harsh working of fate
That had brought him
To such a deplorable state?
Did he curse at the government,
Cry for election,
And claim that the sea should
Have given him protection?
No – he sad to himself
As he lay on a shell,
Since I cannot remove it,
I shall try to improve it.
Now the years have rolled around,
As the years always do,
And he came to his ultimate
Destiny – stew.
And the small grain of sand
That had bothered him so
Was a beautiful pearl
All richly aglow.
Now the tale has a moral;
For isn’t it grand
What an oyster can do
With a morsel of sand?
What couldn’t we do
If we’d only begin
With some of the things
That get under our skin.
Whose story I tell,
Who found that some sand
Had got into his shell.
It was only a grain,
But it gave him great pain.
For oysters have feelings
Although they’re so plain.
Now, did he berate
The harsh working of fate
That had brought him
To such a deplorable state?
Did he curse at the government,
Cry for election,
And claim that the sea should
Have given him protection?
No – he sad to himself
As he lay on a shell,
Since I cannot remove it,
I shall try to improve it.
Now the years have rolled around,
As the years always do,
And he came to his ultimate
Destiny – stew.
And the small grain of sand
That had bothered him so
Was a beautiful pearl
All richly aglow.
Now the tale has a moral;
For isn’t it grand
What an oyster can do
With a morsel of sand?
What couldn’t we do
If we’d only begin
With some of the things
That get under our skin.
4 comments:
Caren, I invite you back to Feminine Wound to view the response to your comment. Or I can mail them to you as we are in the same stake.
This is cute, but it ignores the biological reality....they oyster coats the sand because it's uncomfortable. They do it in an attempt to ease the discomfort, not to "improve" it.
And then when it's bigger, it gets worse. So despite their best efforts to make it better, the problem just gets larger and larger.
It's actually quite a good analogy for Mormon feminism. But I don't know if you'll like that I've said that.
Um, you realize that it is fiction right? There is no biology involved. It's not a true story. The oyster isn't real. And I didn't write it so I couldn't care less that you think it's a good analogy for Mormon feminism.
Furthermore, the POINT is that what you perceive the be a "problem" that is getting bigger is actually a TREASURE. We often see our trials from the other side as a blessing.
That's the fun part of fiction. It can be interpreted all kinds of ways! There is no one point.
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