By Jaren J.
One day in a far-off kingdom, the King had set himself, his family, and his council down for a fine feast. For hours they gorged themselves on the King’s great bounty, sharing in his revelry. Once the party had come to an end, the guests left one-by-one until only the servants were left to clear the dining hall. Thorough was the cleaning, though the servants simply threw the excess food into the ditch without the castle – after having dined on the scraps themselves, leaving little but bones, cores, and seeds. The Fox, taking advantage of the absent guards – who, too, were invited – to partake in his own feast on the chickens, wandered down the road that passed the ditch. With his keen eyes, the Fox spotted the Raccoon as he dashed into and paraded about in the pile of rubbish.
“Why, Raccoon, is that you?” began the Fox. “For what could you possibly be so giddy in this heap?” he asked. “Far better things are left behind in the Lion’s wake. If one should think to look amongst refuse for one’s sup, I should think it would be in fresh carrion.”
“There are many morsels the King and his men have failed to gather in this horde!” replied the Raccoon. “I shall feast tonight such as the King himself thinks to have, for I know exactly where to look! And the Lion would not catch me unawares as dessert here.”
One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.