#moral tale

[artemlegere]

Brother Philippe's Geese

Artist: Pierre Hubert Subleyras (French, 1699–1749)

Date: c. 1745

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Museum of Fine Arts, Boston, Massachusetts, United States

Description

This painting takes its subject from a fable recounted by the 17th‑century poet Jean de la Fontaine. Philippe takes his son into the marketplace for the first time, where the sight of a beautifully dressed young woman arouses the youth’s curiosity. When his father sarcastically explains that the women are a type of bird called “geese,” the son delightedly replies that they should bring one home to fatten it up. One of these “geese,” dressed in white, has been identified as a portrait of Virginia Parker Hunt, the English wife of the French marine painter Claude Joseph Vernet.

"Brother Philippe's Geese" is a moral tale popularized by Jean de La Fontaine, originating from Boccaccio's Decameron. It tells of a hermit who raises his son in total isolation to avoid temptation, but when the son sees women for the first time, he desires them, calling them "geese"

[mythical-art]

The trees and the axe, from 'Aesop's Fables', c.1912  by Arthur Rackham

[internutter]

It’s Not For Me

It’s a supermarket like every other supermarket anywhere in the western world. There’s a queue…

Since “reblog if you crie evrytim” type stories are the only thing that will reach some folks... I wrote one.

Heavy-handed moralism for the kind of people who miss a subtle fucking hint.

[theenglishnook]

Max, once a chasing dog, awakens as a cat and learns empathy. Through silence and stillness, he discovers that understanding — not dominance — defines the heart of every creature.

Short Stories: The Bark That Became a Meow

[fathertheo]

The Parable About the Boy Who Tossed Bottles at the Wall

The Parable About the Boy Who Tossed Bottles at the Wall

A boy was busy throwing bottles against a wall.   Some broke because they struck a hard part of the wall. Some broke because they struck in a weak spot of the bottle.  Some broke because they were picked up and thrown again.   Other bottles survived because they weren’t thrown quite as hard. Other bottles survived because they landed exactly right. Other bottles survived because they were more…

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[suevincent]

Open-plan..?

When my son bought his house It had not looked too bad… A little outdated, A little bit sad.

We’d stripped it all back To the plaster and wood, Then added some styling Until it looked good.

But up out of sight Where we hadn’t been seeking, Unseen in the dark Was a pipe that was leaking…

It took quite a while Till it made itself known, With damp and wet patches From plaster all blown.

We called…

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[suevincent]

The Selfish Giant’s Garden by Kim Russell They visited every day For the grass, starry flowers And space to play for hours. In spring, peach trees burst into blossom…

[jar-of-sunlight]

He recognised her and desired her, but when he heard her tale he admired her for her loyalty to her oath, and her courage in facing all dangers and difficulties to keep her promise. 'My friend,' he said, 'you are a marvellous woman.'

The Promise (Burma/Myanmar)

Angela Carter's Book of Fairy Tales, 2005, Virago, London (stories originally collected in 1990 & 1992) - originally from Burmese Law Tales, Maung Htin Aung (a 20thC scholar of Burmese culture and history according to wiki), printed in 1962.