Our
little yellow pal couldn’t stop complaining about how sick he was of ending in
the bathtub every single time so Blake, is corvine rubber bro, decided (as a Christmas
present) to introduce him to Quack-Quack Sensei and pay for a kung-fu lesson,
in order to improve Yellow’s skills.
Quack-Quack
Sensei was a very strict teacher. Legend
was he’d never smiled, not even when he’d been a baby duck. Some people said he
was born in a storm and with his very first cry he’s stopped it.
Every
word coming out of his beak was wise, he could kill with his eyebrow, enemies
melted in front of him: he was the almighty Quack-Quack Sensei.
Yellow
quickly explained his problem.
“One often meets his destiny on the road he
takes to avoid it[1]”
the great master replied “You have to endure and improve yourself in every
aspect because that stiffest tree is most
easily cracked, while the bamboo or willow survives by bending with the wind[2]
and you must know in your heart that failure
is the key to success: each mistake teaches
us something[3]”
Somewhere
between the bamboo, the willow, the birch , the elm, the juniper and the rosemary,
Yellow fell asleep. He’d been supervising the rehearsal for the Christmas play
all night and he was really tired. Quack-Quack
Sensei’s voice was steady and pleasing, it was just like a lullaby in his
rubber ears.
At
one point he opened his eyes and the Quack-Quack Sensei was looking at him in
anger. No one had never dared sleep in his presence. The master eyes were
gloving with fire and Yellow was a bit scared. He’d seen all Bruce Lee movie
though, he knew kung-fu.
The
master scoffed “I was paid for a lesson and I’m a duck of my word my little kohai
Yellow. Since the best teachers are those who show you where to look but don’t
tell what to see,[4]
here’s my lesson: Your mind is like the water” and while saying it Quack-Quack
Sensei threw Yellow into the almost empty bathtub “when it is agitated it
becomes difficult to see. But if you allow it to settle the answer become clear.[5]
”
Yellow
was wondering what was the question to the answer in the bottom of the bathtub
but for once he stayed quiet.
And,
just for the record, there was nothing written in the bathtub. He’d probably
missed a joke.
Bottom
line: if it’s written in the sand or in the bottom of a bathtub or wherever
there is water, don’t bother search for answers. Water always washes them off.
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