Mulla Nasruddin once called on Sultan of Al-rifi who once had a great collection of precious stones. As he grew older he ended with one big diamond that he stuck on his turban. When Mulla asked the old king how it fared the king said,” I am in danger of losing my head.” With a sigh he added, “I hate to lose it for a stone.”
Mulla could appreciate his problem. “I too suffer from the same problem.” The king asked for details and he said, “Much as I tried it simply would not. Stone in my kidney each day grows.”
The dolphin on a steady diet of micro-granules of plastic and after a loss of her sucklings due to several miscarriages said all in a fluster, “Oh I am carrying a dangerous cargo.” She added, “My self control is gone and my bile is up !” Like a banshee she screamed,”Death to the foul fiend whose heart is a cash box and his soul as silly as plastic!” She dived to the bottom and the ape at last made bed in a pile of plastic he had happily made ubiquitous.” Aesop at the end said, “You will call it poetic justice.” Pie the monkey said in an injured tone, “There you killed me off once again!” He was wroth.
The dolphin invited the hapless monkey to hop on to his back and he instantly parked himself. The dolphin got him talking while he headed to the bank of the great river and there were papyrus chocking the side and he said,” Clever of you to have found use for them. A ship made of papyrus. Safe for the environment” Instantly the monkey said with a quiver,” Safe but there is no money in it.” He waxed eloquent as he spoke of his business acumen and said “,’plastic’ is what make an ape really the king of the jungle.” The dolphin was shocked and asked, if he were truly serious. “We dolphin never had a decent meal since the plastic got into our diet somehow. “So you are behind choking our waterways with the damn nuisance?” The ape tried to make him see the profit side. “What profit is that kills your future?”
The monkey cried loud enough and long enough till a dolphin came up to enquire: “Are you in trouble?”
Once a monkey went selling his wares in a boat made of papyrus. Half way the boat sprung a leak and the monkey howled for all his worth, “Help! Help!”
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