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Cobwebs from an Empty Skull

Ambrose Bierce
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An improvident man, who had quarrelled with his wife concerning household expenses, took her and the children out on the lawn, intending to make an example of her.  Putting himself in an attitude of aggression, and turning to his offspring, he said: 

“You will observe, my darlings, that domestic offences are always punished with a loss of blood.  Make a note of this and be wise.”

He had no sooner spoken than a starving mosquito settled upon his nose, and began to assist in enforcing the lesson.

“My officious friend,” said the man, “when I require illustrations from the fowls of the air, you may command my patronage.  The deep interest you take in my affairs is, at present, a trifle annoying.”

[Illustration]

“I do not find it so,” the mosquito would have replied had he been at leisure, “and am convinced that our respective points of view are so widely dissimilar as not to afford the faintest hope of reconciling our opinions upon collateral points.  Let us be thankful that upon the main question of bloodletting we perfectly agree.”

When the bird had concluded, the man’s convictions were quite unaltered, but he was too weak to resume the discussion; and, although blood is thicker than water, the children were constrained to confess that the stranger had the best of it.

This fable teaches.

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