wont to weather

Now hear this brief fable, this conjuring mine, about sheep led by wolfs and governed by swine. Each sheep believed he had to buy his own house; and live separated from those of his flock; and choose just one other whom to call his spouse; and build up equity; and punch a timeclock. His grandfather’s systems did help him get wealthy and helped keep his little ones fleeced out and healthy but then swine took power and grabbed up the loot - for him and his kinfolk they gave not a hoot. The wolves then declared war for no solid reason and dragged that war on for innumerable seasons until the poor sheep and his poor kinfolk they were fully bled out and could no longer pay. The wolves and swine then said: ‘Just look what you’ve done! Where there was once bounty now there isn’t none! You and your weak siblings did drain this land dry!’ and so forth did go on their blame-shifting cry. The sheep had no means wit or motivation to defend his lowly and weak position; he bent to the grindstone and labored some more in hopes of making things as they were before. His freedoms were gone though as were all the funds for the pigs had eaten up every last crumb and the dogs had spent every nickel on killing wherefore there was not left e’en one single shilling. The thieves then sat back and watched the sheep-folk toil to coax a few weeds from the much-poisoned soil and laughed at their labors and laughed at their tears and kept right on laughing for many more years. Great numbers of sheep were thus turned into slaves their offspring did fill up the warmongers’ graves and though sheep are mighty when they work together there’s not much alone that they are wont to weather; they lived on in slavery until at last each one of them let out his ultimate gasp and died so that others might live well instead with blood-thirsty greediness stuck in the head.

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