A scorpion was sitting on the West Bank of the River Jordan.
He was trying to figure out a way to cross the river.
As he sat there pondering, a mule came along, picked a shallow part of the river and started moving in that direction, clearly intending to wade across. The scorpion scrambled to catch up, calling out for the mule to wait. The mule paused and looked around, trying to see who was talking to him. When he saw that it was a scorpion, he turned away and kept moving. The scorpion called out again, pleading with the mule to please stop and listen for one minute. Reluctantly, the mule agreed, and paused to wait for the scorpion to catch up.
"Thank you!", said the scorpion as he climbed up on a rock next to the mule, then paused for a moment to catch his breath. "I was wondering", he gulped, "if you mean to cross the river?"
The mule nodded slowly. "Yes", he said, surveying the river, "I'm gonna cross it, all right."
The scorpion was getting eager now. "Can I ride across on your back?"
The mule stiffened, took a couple of steps away and snorted angrily. "Hell no!", he said. "You'll sting me!"
"No, no!", cried the scorpion. "I would not! I could not!"
"Think!", he cried, hopping up and down and gesturing towards the river. "If I was to sting you while we're out there, you'd never make the crossing and we'd both drown! That wouldn't make any sense!"
The mule considered that for a while, then reluctantly accepted the point. "All right then", he said finally, "But you're getting off as soon as we're on dry land again!" The scorpion nodded vigoriously. "Sure, sure! I promise!" The mule eyed him carefully for a few moments longer, then stepped up to the rock and waited. The scorpion cheered as he climbed on board, and together they waded out into the river.
As soon the mule had all his feet in the water, he paused and said to the scorpion, "Remember your promise?"
"Sure, sure!", cried the scorpion. "I won't sting you! -And I'm getting off as soon as we're across!"
The mule nodded in agreement and kept going, and the water got deeper and deeper around them. The crossing was going along smoothly, until - just as they were crossing the deepest point in the river - the scorpion buried his fangs in the mule's neck.
"Ouch!", cried the mule. "You stang me anyway! Now we'll both drown! Why did you do that? This doesn't make any sense! Why?!"
And as they both started to go under, the scorpion climbed up on the mule's head and whispered into his ear,
"Welcome to the Middle East!"
He was trying to figure out a way to cross the river.
As he sat there pondering, a mule came along, picked a shallow part of the river and started moving in that direction, clearly intending to wade across. The scorpion scrambled to catch up, calling out for the mule to wait. The mule paused and looked around, trying to see who was talking to him. When he saw that it was a scorpion, he turned away and kept moving. The scorpion called out again, pleading with the mule to please stop and listen for one minute. Reluctantly, the mule agreed, and paused to wait for the scorpion to catch up.
"Thank you!", said the scorpion as he climbed up on a rock next to the mule, then paused for a moment to catch his breath. "I was wondering", he gulped, "if you mean to cross the river?"
The mule nodded slowly. "Yes", he said, surveying the river, "I'm gonna cross it, all right."
The scorpion was getting eager now. "Can I ride across on your back?"
The mule stiffened, took a couple of steps away and snorted angrily. "Hell no!", he said. "You'll sting me!"
"No, no!", cried the scorpion. "I would not! I could not!"
"Think!", he cried, hopping up and down and gesturing towards the river. "If I was to sting you while we're out there, you'd never make the crossing and we'd both drown! That wouldn't make any sense!"
The mule considered that for a while, then reluctantly accepted the point. "All right then", he said finally, "But you're getting off as soon as we're on dry land again!" The scorpion nodded vigoriously. "Sure, sure! I promise!" The mule eyed him carefully for a few moments longer, then stepped up to the rock and waited. The scorpion cheered as he climbed on board, and together they waded out into the river.
As soon the mule had all his feet in the water, he paused and said to the scorpion, "Remember your promise?"
"Sure, sure!", cried the scorpion. "I won't sting you! -And I'm getting off as soon as we're across!"
The mule nodded in agreement and kept going, and the water got deeper and deeper around them. The crossing was going along smoothly, until - just as they were crossing the deepest point in the river - the scorpion buried his fangs in the mule's neck.
"Ouch!", cried the mule. "You stang me anyway! Now we'll both drown! Why did you do that? This doesn't make any sense! Why?!"
And as they both started to go under, the scorpion climbed up on the mule's head and whispered into his ear,
"Welcome to the Middle East!"
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