The Rooster and the Pearl An Aesop Fable Retold by S.E. Schlosser The Cock - photo by S.E. SchlosserScratch. Scratch. Peck. Rooster was strutting around the yard, busily looking for good things to eat. Peck, peck scratch. He gobbled down a piece of barley-corn with greedy satisfaction. Yum! Rooster stretched his neck up high, and flapped his wings in delight. Then he shook out all his feathers and strutted to the far side of the yard, eyes alert for more good food. Several hens were scratching industriously around the fence post, but he ignored them. He was searching for any spare barley corn that might have been overlooked by the other chickens at feeding time. Rooster saw something glimmering underneath the dusty straw beside the barn. Oh-ho! What was that? Scratch, scratch, scratch! Rooster worked industriously, trying to root out the object, which glowed in the morning sun. A moment later, he dug out a very large pink pearl. Rooster stared at the pearl, looking at it first through his right eye, and then through his left. What sort of strange seed was this? He pecked it a couple of times. It rolled back and forth under the force of his strong beak, but it didn’t break open like a seed would after such a blow. Cock scratched at it with his claws. Still nothing. The pearl rolled a few inches away from Rooster’s foot, and landed next to a spare barley corn that the hens had missed. With a delighted cluck, Rooster pounced on the barley corn and gobbled it up. Then Rooster took a step back and his foot slipped when it landed on the pearl. Reminded once again of the strange pink seed, Rooster turned around to look at it. He eyed the pearl suspiciously, and pecked it again. It didn’t break open. Rooster gave a cluck of disgust. No prize there. Who could possible want a seed so hard you couldn’t eat it? Not Rooster. He preferred barley corn. Rooster strutted away, his keen eyes on the lookout for more barley corn. Behind him, the lost pearl – a 200 carat natural salt-water pearl valued at over 1 million dollars -- glinted unheeded in the morning sun. The Morale of the story is : Precious things are for those who can prize them.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Mar 2014 18:08:04 +0000