A Parable of Twin Sons

A PARABLE OF TWIN SONS Author Unknown

A rich man had twin sons. One son was always grizzling and unhappy, and the other son was always happy and contented.

The boys grew up and started school, and it remained that one boy was always complaining and never happy, and the other one was bright and cheerful.

For their tenth birthday, the father decided to try something.

He filled the bedroom of the grumpy son with the best of everything – toys from wall to wall, floor to ceiling. In the other son’s room, he put a pile of horse manure.

The time came for the boys to discover their birthday gifts, and each went to his room.

The father came up to the door of the grumpy son, and heard him complaining. The father opened the door and asked him what was wrong.

“Oh,” he complained, “It’s too much, I can’t play with them all, and they will all eventually break, and I’ll run out of batteries…”

The father went to the other bedroom door and listened. He heard whooping and shouts of glee coming from the room. He opened the door and asked his son why he was so excited.

The happy son said, “There is so much manure in here, the pony must be somewhere!”

The lesson?  No matter how much manure is in any situation, keep looking for the pony.