Dream On – Fables For Our Times

For the first time in many months I slept well last night. I had come to an understanding, you could call it a ceasefire, with the many mosquitoes that share my house. I had agreed to put away the electric mosquito traps, switch off the ultrasonic repeller, even hang up my Electric Mosquito Swatter. For their part the mosquito’s organisation, Home Attracts Mosquitoes After Sleep or Hamas as they like to be known, had promised not to bite me anywhere, except my legs. So far, the ceasefire is working well. Of course, I do have a few bites on my arms, but Hamas has assured me that the offending mosquitoes will be dealt with. Apparently, news of the ceasefire hadn’t reached them in time.

While sound asleep, I had a strange dream. I found myself watching a secret meeting between a wolf and a lamb. The wolf undertook to live peacefully with the lamb; a ceasefire agreement was signed in front of a couple of witnesses — a leopard who happened to be lying down with a kid (that’s a baby goat, we don’t want to tempt the leopard with a tasty bit of human). The wolf sat back contentedly – I know that I am much more powerful than you, dear sheep, but I feel so good now that we have this ceasefire. The sheep smiled and shed a crocodile tear, then the sheep’s clothing fell to the ground to reveal another wolf. Ceasefire is over he cried as he launched himself at his bewildered peace partner.

But that was just a dream. I was awakened by the sound of splashing from my garden pond. I went to have a look and found a frog and a scorpion discussing a ceasefire. Once the agreement was signed the frog took the scorpion on its back and started to swim across the pond. To my astonishment, halfway across, the scorpion stung the frog. As they both sank, the frog said “What have you done? We had a ceasefire.” The scorpion replied “Ceasefires are just fables; that was a hudna. A hudna can be broken whenever it suits me.”

The sound of drawers being opened and closed called me back into my house. My dog was searching for something. What are you doing, I asked, there’s no food in there. I am looking for a pen, he said, I have to draw up a ceasefire with the cat next-door. We have been fighting too long.

Now, you may have difficulty in believing that you can talk to mosquitoes, that wolves can dress as sheep. You might find the idea of a talking dog a little difficult to swallow. But I’m sure that you will have no problem believing that Israel can have a meaningful ceasefire with a band of terrorists whose charter expressly calls for our destruction.

Some kind-hearted folk have even suggested that we should help our southern neighbours who are living in such dire conditions. Perhaps they should consider the old Greek story of a farmer who finds a viper freezing in the snow. Taking pity on it, he picks it up and places it under his coat. The viper, revived by the warmth, bites his rescuer, who dies realizing that it is his own fault.

When the current ceasefire is broken, when the next barrage of missiles, built using Israel-supplied electricity, by terrorists eating Israel-supplied food and drinking Israel-supplied water, strike our cities, will we realize that its our own fault?

About the Author
The author has been living in Rehovot since making Aliya in 1970. A retired physicist, he divides his time between writing adventure novels, getting his sometimes unorthodox views on the world into print, and working in his garden. An enthusiastic skier and world traveler, the author has visited many countries. His first novels "Snow Job - a Len Palmer Mystery" and "Not My Job – a Second Len Palmer Mystery" are published for Amazon Kindle. The author is currently working on the third Len Palmer Mystery - "Do Your Job".