A scorpion and a frog are sitting on the bank of a river, and both need to get to the other side. Hello, Mr. Frog! calls the scorpion through the reeds. Would you be kind as to give me a ride on your back across the water? I have an important business to conduct on the other side. And I cannot swim in such a strong current. The frog immediately became suspicious. Well. Mr. Scorpion, he replied, I appreciate the fact that you have an important business to conduct on the other side of the river. But you just take a moment to consider your request. You are a scorpion. You have a large stinger at the end of your tail. As soon as I let you onto my back, it is entirely within your nature to sting me. The scorpion, who has anticipated the frogs objections, counters thus: My dear Mr. Frog, your reservations are perfectly reasonable. But it is clear not in my interest to sting you. I really do need to get to the other side of the river. And I give you my word that no harm will come to you. The frog agrees, reluctantly, that the scorpion has a point. So he allows the fast- talking arthropod to scramble atop his back and hops, without further ado, into the water. At first all is well. Everything goes exactly according to plan. But halfway across, the frog suddenly feels a sharp pain in his back, and sees, out of the corner of his eye, the scorpion withdraw his stinger from his hide. A deadening numbness begins to creep into his limbs. You fool! croaks the frog. You said you needed to get to the other side to conduct your business. Now we era both going to die! The scorpion shrugs and does a little jig on the drowning frogs back, Mr. Frog, he replies casually, You said it yourself. I am a scorpion. It is my nature to sting you. With that, the scorpion and the frog both disappear beneath the murky, muddy waters of the swiftly flowing current. And neither of them is seen again. Kevin Dutton. The Wisdom of Psychopaths
Posted on: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 14:54:35 +0000