Sometimes reading Aesop is like “here’s a really short story about life and morality using animals.” And that’s great. Got some good classics out of it. Tortoise and the Hare, the Fox and the Crow - all good stories.
But then sometimes it’s also like “Zeus charged Hermes with distributing intelligence to the humans, and so he portioned his intelligence juice? (soup? water? diluted fertilizer?) equally and poured it onto each individual. Since short people were better saturated by the solution they became more sensible than the tall people.” And honestly? Right on, Aesop. You get it. Fuck tall people, they’re the worst.











