It annoyed Norma immensely. She had a patch of prolifically growing parsley in a small garden not too far inside her front gate.
The neighbours would frequently come in and steal a bunch of parsley. It’s not that Norma minded about that. They could have as much parsley as they wanted. They just had to ask. “Help yourself whenever,” she would have said.
But they didn’t ask. They would sneak over once it was dark and pinch parsley.
Norma trained her dog to piss on the parsley. It wouldn’t kill the neighbours, but it gave Norma a great deal of satisfaction.
Norma grew another small patch of parsley at the back of her house. That was for her own use. Unbeknown to her, the dog rather fancied that patch as well.
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This ticks so many “moral of the story” boxes. I’ll settle for as you sow so shall ye reap. One of my favourites among your many well-loved tales.
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Thank you, Simon, that is indeed praise! It would be interesting to hand copies of the story out to a classroom of students and say “In one sentence write down the moral of the story”. It could well produce a plethora of contradictions!
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That would be interesting indeed. Neither of us care too much for the traditional story with an obvious moral (the old school assembly type). I like the way you allow at least twenty possible aphorisms to be drawn from this.
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Writing down the “message” in one sentence was a technique the old homiletics professor gave us years ago in the seminary. When someone gave a sermon in class we had to write down in one sentence what they were saying. The professor would say “Stand up. Say it. Sit down and shut up.” It was the best bit of writing advice (for anything) ever!
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Wait, you were in a seminary! See, you are saintly!
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Well halo!
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This one is a ripper!!
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Thanks, Yvonne. I’m developing quite a glow today!
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You’re like some kind of saint, aren’t you?
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You’ve been in Italy too long!
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This story reminds me of my friend Bill, the waiter, who told me what they do in his restaurant to a sandwich just before serving it to a customer they don’t like.
Moral: Remember, whatever you teach your dog may come back to bite you.
Moral II: When a sprig of parsley appears on your plate, consider it a garnish; don’t eat it.
As Ogden Nash once said: “Parsley is gharsley.”
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You seem to be discovering as many “morals” to the story as Simon in the comments!! And – (message to Ogden) – Parsley is apparently beneficial to the prostate!
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Ogden doesn’t worry ’bout his prostate
Now he’s prostrate.
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😀 – I always have to think before I use either word!
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P.S. Not that “prostate” is used very often!
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P.P.S. I never hear it except on TV!
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I am prostrate with grief that my parsley may be peed on!!
I have glad to say that I have recently taken to growing it in tubs above ground making it difficult for all but a man to piddle on. Do you remember that Bert Munro would pee around his lemon tree, said it made for great lemons……
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I have many a fruitful lemon tree…
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I am forced to go lemonless as the only ones available are US imports – how ridiculous is that? I planted a lemon tree in November in the tiny courtyard – it flowered prolifically and has made many little green nubs of promise – I am hopeful!!
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You may have to use the peeing services of so neighbouring gentleman. 🙂
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I’ll ask around
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🙂
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Oh my, Pauline, there must be another way!
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The wrong choice could turn into a lemon.
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Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat…..
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I was going to cite that in my last comment, and then I thought no one would get the reference…. Very ’60s!
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Um – I could hold Siddy up to the container and get him to – y’know….. But does puppy pee work the same I wonder?
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You might end up getting those little limes.
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It all sounds so terribly un-spontaneous!
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Spontaneous is not to be equated (of course) with frequency!!!
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Well, fortunately everyone rinses the parsley. If it isn’t a dog, it could be a rat or some other critter. Re the lemons, Pauline, you could catch and decant your own stuff in there, but that seems a bit of trouble. The lemons often need a couple years to start bearing, but it sounds as though you may be in luck. Goodness. All the stuff I eat directly off the plant in the garden…
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Peas, leeks and lemons!
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Lettuce not even think about it….
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I pissed myself, laughing, at this one
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I hope you weren’t anywhere near the Head Gardener’s parsley!
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This one is just hilarious. O mensch!
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Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it!
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Such a boomeranging story! Thou shalt reap what ye soweth!
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Just when I thought Nora had won out, dang. Hope she washes her parsley before she eats it!
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As you would know, building up an immunity is possibly a good thing!
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Great stuff Bruce – the dog always knows best 🙂
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It’s a dog’s life!
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Love it!
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😀
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