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Polaris AB: The Fable Collection of Short Stories
There was once a proud Stallion that led a large herd of horses. They roamed across vast prairies of grassland grazing on the fresh grass and wild barley they found growing across the area.
The Stallion had learned to grow wary of wolves and kept constant vigilance for their sneak attacks as the wide open prairies provided a clear view of anything that tried to approach the herd. It was nearly winter time and food had become scarce. There was a constant need to continually move the herd to new areas in the hope of finding fresh grass and herbs to feed upon.
One day, the herd came across a large pile of oats and dried grass heaped up on top of a mound. The mound provided a good view in all directions so seeing that there was no threat, the Stallion approached the pile of food cautiously sniffing and remaining alert. Upon finding no potential danger, he eagerly tucked into the delicious oats. On seeing their leader eating the food, the rest of the herd soon joined him enjoying the free meal that 'nature' had provided.
Several weeks went by and overnight, the pile of dried grass, oats, barley and grain once again appeared on the same mound in the middle of the prairie close to where the herd had been grazing. Approaching cautiously, the Stallion scanned the area for danger and not seeing and smelling any threats, he once again began happily eating the food until joined by the rest of the herd.
Over the next few weeks, every now and then, the food pile would suddenly appear overnight. Rather than move the herd onto new lands with the risk of not finding food, the Stallion remained in the same area as the mound.
One morning, as the sun rose in the sky, something was different. The food pile had miraculously appeared once again but this time, there was a single line of bare 'trees' growing out of the ground behind it. The stallion approached warily unsure of this new addition. From the top of the mound, he had a clear view of the surrounding area and could see nothing other than the herd resting in the valley below. He waited to see if the new bare wood trees presented a threat stamping the ground next to them and tossing his long mane in provocation. As the sun rose high in the sky, and with an impatient herd pressing him, the tempting smell of the oats and grain overcame his cautiousness and the herd were soon tucking into the food.
The next week upon waking, the smell of fresh oats percolated the nostrils of the stallion as he approached the mound. This time, another long line of trees had appeared rising out of freshly dug earth with bare wood branches connecting each tree to its neighbour. The stallion was hungry as no new grass had grown in the area over the previous week. The herd had overgrazed the valley below due to their extended stay. He saw and smelt nothing but the food. The herd had grown used to the Stallion leading them to food and trusted him implicitly. Although the Valley provided them with scant offerings of grass and herbs, they were grateful that their leader could provide them with a feast upon which to fill their hungry bellies.
The following week a third line of bare wooden 'trees' had grown straight out of the ground enclosing the mound of food within it. The Stallion now assumed the mound that had produced the abundance of food overnight could also produce an abundance of fast growing trees too. As the trees 'grew' further branches connecting them together, he began to see them as a source of security and familiarity. After all, if the wolves could not pass through their tightly knit branches, then they could eat safely inside the natural protection without fear of danger.
The high mound had became a trusted gift of food and as the trees grew around it, the herd became used to new additions appearing each day upon waking. The entrance to the mound had become narrower and the Stallion was confident that the narrower it was, the more it gave protection from any threats that would come from outside.
One evening, he decided to keep the herd overnight within the tree enclosure. After all, there was plenty of food here and the lines of trees gave plenty of protection and shelter in all four directions from the cold winds of the approaching winter.
The Stallion awoke the next morning with a new scent in his nostrils, an unknown smell he was not familiar with. He got up and walked slowly towards the entrance to the enclosure. In front of him, a fresh new line of thick bare wood trees had grown across the entrance. There was no longer a way out. The entire herd that had trusted his guidance and leadership were now, without his knowledge, trapped within the enclosure with no means of escape. He reared up, threw back his head and sniffed the air, the unfamiliar scent growing stronger, filling him with a sense of fear.
Over the weeks, he had happily eaten the food provided to him and the herd, while he had watched the posts and rails that now created the four fences and gate of the enclosure being built. On the other side, he watched the approach of his captors, strange two legged creatures carrying newly made 'saddles' and 'bridles' with which to clothe the unsuspecting horses.
Sacrificing Liberty for the promise of Security, will inevitably lead to giving up both.
For Liberty is the Freedom to experience Life to its fullest extent, whereas Security in the form of Safety defines the boundaries of our existence and the path to our demise.
And the Moral of this story is:
Fight for Liberty to live within the security that freedom provides.
Fight against Security to thrive within the freedom that Liberty provides.