Through the magic of metaphor, I’ve just finished washing and waxing the car and am now on the porch sitting next to a pitcher of home squeezed lemonade and a plate of Moravian sugar cookies.
Just then, a bug from the garden across the road flies over to chat. And no sooner than he does, a bird from down the road lands on the back of the other chair to join us.
He looks at the car then looks at me and says, “Some days you’re the windshield, some days you’re the bird,” and laughs.
I hear the bug sigh.
“What’s the matter?” I ask.
He replies, “Some days you’re the windshield, some days you’re the bug.”
The bird laughs.
“Yes?” I ask.
“It’s always good to be the bird. It’s never good to be the bug.” He laughs again.
“What about the windshield?”
The bird replies, “You win some, you lose some. But you’re always the windshield.” He laughs again then says, “Well, I’ll be off.”
The bug and I watch as the bird flies away.
“Well, I guess I’ll head back to the garden,” the bug says and flies off.
I watch as the bug flies across the road.
The bird dives for the bug.
The bird smashes into the windshield of a passing car.
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