The Rooster and the Hens

Philippians 4:11 “Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.”

I always liked to read Aesop’s Fables. Each fable starts with a story and ends with a moral. I had a great illustrated book when I was a kid and Pat bought me one for this last Christmas … while I am still a kid.
I thought I might try to emulate this fable formula with a 21st century Chris’ Fable.

THE ROOSTER AND THE HENS

A rooster was born and bred in Randolph. He asserted himself to the rank of governor and the protector of 30 egg laying hens. He strutted around the barnyard with apparent cockiness yet he was becoming very disgruntled with his life. He was annoyed with everything and was very upset with his surroundings. The hens in the coop were driving him crazy with their constant squawking and complaining. He would crow and peck at them to no avail. His morning wake-up crow was less enthusiastic as each morning passed by. He was becoming a bit depressed with his situation and would daydream about the hens of Bethel. He often heard that the Bethel barnyard was the very best in the county.
One horrible day, 3 hens gathered together and gave him a squawk that you could hear for miles. The rooster made up his mind that he had enough and, knowing that he might not be able to return, he began the long walk to Bethel.
He arrived at midday and immediately noticed that things were much better in Bethel. The Barnyard was bigger and better. All 60 hens were all so very friendly and, most importantly, they all greeted him with the respect he deserved.
His morning crow was renewed. It was exhilarating and the rooster received great praises from the all of the barnyard residents.
However, it only took 1 week for the shine to disappear. The rooster realized that the barnyard wasn’t as big or as nice as he originally thought it was. The hens were twice as loud and twice as annoying as the hens of Randolph and, most importantly, their greetings of respect diminished as each day passed by.
By the end of 2 weeks, he regretted his decision and he began to miss his old friends at Randolph.

Moral: If you ain’t happy where you is, you sho’ won’t be happy where you ain’t.