“Once upon a time there was man who lived on a lillypad,” I said softly.
“He would endure the harshest of rains and the meanest frogs and fish, and he always prevailed. But one day he ate a helping of bread and butter and a fish tore it right from his hands.
In anger he went after the fish, and upon entering the water he was eaten in one gulp. Survival is key to life as revenge is key to death, and now all that sits is an empty house on a lillypad.”