Let me tell you a bedtime story, boys and girls. It’s just a quick one, so settle in.

There was once a farmer who cared for his flock so dearly that he dedicated his days and nights to keeping them safe. He often slept in the barn with his charges, to watch over them and spent many days tending faithfully to the gardens that sustained them all.
One day, a serpent found its way into the barn. It nested deep in the shadows, preying upon the small, lonely and weak. With a sharp tongue and sharper teeth, it hunted, feasted and grew fat. The farmer, anguished, chased the serpent. But it was clever and quick, and evaded capture. The farmer set traps, but the serpent avoided them. The farmer kept watch, but the serpent slithered quiet and slick.
Finally, determined to keeping his flock safe, the farmer routed out the serpent’s nest, and with great conviction, drove it out. He boarded up all access and prayed that it would be enough to keep the evil out.
Happy days and nights passed. The flock prospered and the crops grew strong. The farmer rested easy, certain that the farm was safe.
When the flock grew relaxed and the farmer became comfortable, the serpent tried to wind its way back onto the farm. It poked its blunt snout into the garden and flicked its forked tongue, testing out the scent of new prey. The farmer saw this, and was saddened. Being a kind man, he hated to take the life of any living thing under the sky. But sometimes, he knew, the greater good was served by the riddance of such evil. So he took up a shovel and removed the serpent of its head, lest it come back yet again.
Ever after, days and nights passed peacefully. The flock did well and the crops grew healthy and strong. Having learned from experience, however, the farmer remained vigilant, keeping a weather eye on the shadows and a shovel close at hand. The serpent had been slain, but evil knew many faces. If evil showed itself again, the farmer was prepared to handle it swiftly and true.

The moral of the story is clear, my friends. If you see a snake in the grass, chop that fucker’s head off.


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