Like a fable, only Sufi!

I've been told that this is a Sufi tale, so I'll stick with that description of this great story, which hits the "spoiled child" culture right in the gut. So the moral is possibly "We are our brother's and sister's keeper," or in even more cliche terms, "with great power and ability come great responsibility."

Enjoy, and have a great weekend.

A fox who lived in the deep forest of long ago had lost its front legs. No one knew how: perhaps escaping from a trap. A man who lived on the edge of the forest, seeing the fox from time to time, wondered how in the world it managed to get its food. One day, when the fox was not far from him, he had to hide himself quickly because a tiger was approaching. The tiger had fresh game in its claws. Lying down on the ground, the tiger ate its fill, leaving the rest for the fox.

Again the next day the great Provider of this world sent provisions to the fox by this same tiger. The man began to think: "If this fox is taken care of in this mysterious way, its food sent by some unseen Higher Power, why don't I just rest in a corner and have my daily meal provided for me?"

Because he had a lot of faith, he let the days pass, waiting for food. Nothing happened. He just went on losing weight and strength until he was nearly a skeleton. Close to losing consciousness, he heard a Voice which said: "O you, who have mistaken the way, see now the Truth! You should have followed the example of that tiger instead of imitating the disabled fox."