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From a badger

September 21, 2015

Small and powerless though a rock-badger is, it makes its home in the mountain crags. Though life didn’t give it the stamina of a horse or the roar of a lion it put its little mind to good use. It learned it can’t wrestle the wolves of the mountain haunts. So it made its home where the fierce claws, teeth of the wolf were no match: the rocks. And yeah, when the biggest heroes of the wild met their youthful graves, the rock badger lived long to see its children and grandchildren, to a ripe old age! So much for wisdom from a rock badger.

(Inspired by a Sunday talk)

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