ONE OF AESOP'S LESSER KNOWN FABLES:

The Blobfish and the Raven

One particularly hot Summer's day, the Raven and the Blobfish were resting under the shade of an oak tree.

"My, my," said the Raven, "It is awful hot on this day."

"Quite," said the Blobfish, "I fear my skin becomes arid."

"Oh Blobfish, I will fly to the top of this oak tree and see if I can spy a lake or a river for you and I to rest in."

"Raven, my dearest friend, you are too kind," said the Blobfish.

So the Raven flapped his wings and landed on the uppermost branch of the tall, tall oak tree.

He looked to the west, he looked to the east, but it was in the north that he spied a puddle of just enough girth for a bird to sit in.

"Hm, I could tell that Blob that it is to the south and keep it all to myself!" the Raven thought, "My feathers are ever so dry and my beak so parched!"

He flew back down to the Blobfish and said, "Why there's a puddle enough for one about three clicks south of here. You go on ahead, as a marine creature you need it more than I."

"Why Raven," said the Blobfish, "You are the kindest of friends!"

The Blobfish headed off on his way as the Raven held back chuckles.

"I will wait a moment to make sure he gets completely lost!" snickered the Raven.

Within a few minutes the Raven took flight and happily cawed to himself as he flew north towards the puddle.

Finally he lands and is shocked to see the Blobfish holding a divining rod and completely covering the puddle with his flab.

The Blobfish smiles, "Sorry Raven, it was only just enough for one."

Moral of the story: BLOBFISH BEATS EVERYTHING