A story followed by a moral.


Caleb was walking home from the cinema. He'd just seen a good film with some good friends and had had a good time.

He turned the corner to cross the bridge. And there, in his path, was a huge, monstrous, black and white manta ray. This seemed odd to Caleb, but he didn't let it phase him. Looking down at the ground he muttered, "excuse me," and tried to walk past.

But the manta ray held him fast! "What are you doing?" the manta ray asked.

"What?"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to get home, okay?"

"No. What are you doing?"

"What are you gibbering about? I told you; I'm going home!"

"Look, stop with the funny business, Bubba. I asked you what you were doing. This is your last chance. Get it right or I'll cut your throat."

"Guh? Buh-buh, what do you even mean?! I just wanna go home! Let go of me!"

"Tch. Wrong answer, Bubba."

Caleb looked down at his corpse, blood collecting around his head. Clarity struck.

"I know what I'm doing! I understand it all! It's oh-so clear! I'm..."

"Hup. Hold it there, Bubba. I don't care."

"But I know The Truth!"

"Well, it's too late. You're dead."


The moral? Know what you're doing.



That was my assembly. It went well.