The Fools and the Stairs
By Troy Morash

In the country it is well known that people like to work hard. Therefore whenever there are people walking by who dislike working, they always stand out. This is a story of two such people lay abouts. They only did one thing and that was wander aimlessly. If you asked what they were doing or where they were going they wouldn't be able to tell you as they were fools.

'Ha, we are beyond purposes and reasons,' they proudly sang to each other. 'But we have never fallen into a puddle,' they added as if this made their whole lives worth living.

Sooner or later, as it isn't known exactly when, these two fools came across a staircase made of rotten wood that went straight up into the clouds. From the bottom it was impossible see the top or even where it led. The stairs looked dreadful and rather dangerous and little children were warned not to even think about climbing up them. But the fools thought nothing of it. They had nothing else to do and so they began to climb. For only a fool would climb a staircase that looked like it was ready to fall apart. Soon however, much to their surprise, when houses looked no larger than little marbles, the stairs turned from rotten wood into good hard dry wood. Even the best scientists wouldn't have been able to explain it. The farther this staircase was from earth, the better, more beautiful and stranger it all became. Then, all of a sudden they came to a platform where the staircase divided into three, one staircase leading off to the left, one leading off to the right and one leading straight on.

'We should stay together,' one of the fools said.

'Why should I stay with you?'

'Because you're a fool,' the first fool quickly retorted.

'I'm only a fool because I stay with you. No, I'm going to hit to the left on my own and don't you try to follow me!'

'Fine. I'll go to the right and we'll see who has decided for the best.'

So they went their separate ways. The staircases both on the left and the right eventually winded back down to the beginning again. When both fools had reached the beginning they decided to be friends again. The staircase itself quickly fell apart. The two fools started off on a whole new whatever. So this is why fools never go to heaven: because they don't know where or why they are going, but more importantly they don't keep straight on.

 

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