Tasha’s Fable

(I randomly read some of Aesop's fables and I felt all inspired ;p)

The Man with the Cold

One day there was a man with a terrible cold.

His head ached, his fever burned, his nose ran, 

and he coughed, coughed, coughed. Basically, 

this man was miserable. He knew that something

 was going around, but he didn’t bother to

wash his hands. His suffering was more than

he could stand, so he knew what he should do.

“If I take some DayQuil, I know I’ll get better.”

He knew it, but he didn’t do it.

His cold became worse.

“I know that if I take DayQuil, I’ll get better!!”

Again he said it, but did nothing.

Now close to death he croaked,

“I don’t understand! All this time I knew

that DayQuil would help me get better,

but now it’s too late…”

And then, he died.

You see, faith without works is dead.