The last word
A pigeon and a cockroach met one day on
the wall around Central Park. The pigeon perched on the wall,
muttering to itself.
“I hate humans. They're noisy,
they're everywhere, and they try to kill me whenever they get a
chance.”
A cockroach crawled out of a crack in
the wall. “I heard your diatribe against humans,” it said, “and
I think you're either hypocritical or stupid. Why, if it wasn't for
humanity, neither of us would be here!”
The pigeon ruffled its feathers and
scowled “Speak for yourself, bug,” it replied. “I don't depend
on those nasty things for my well-being.”
“I beg to differ. Look at them out
there.” It waved a foreleg at the sidewalk throng. “They pay us
no heed, yet I live in their walls, I eat their food, their books,
their own cast-off hair. I shelter from the elements and raise my
young in their edifices. I even crawl on their sleeping bodies at
will. We outnumber them 1,000 to one. It's OUR city, not theirs.”
“And you! You eat their spilled food,
some of them even feed you, (which they never do for me), and you
find shelter on their roofs and ledges, protection from predators,
and perches everywhere humans live. It's true they kill a few of us,
but as a species we thrive because of them, and so do you. So thank
god for humanity, I say.”
The pigeon made no reply, so the
cockroach, sensing imminent victory in their debate, opened its mouth
to administer a rhetorical coup de grace.
Quick as a flash, the pigeon caught the
cockroach in its beak and swallowed it whole.
Moral: There are plenty more
where that came from.
Publ. Daily Cabal 2010.
