Doctor and Ant

In a big forest, among huge trees,
Once upon a time there was one little Ant.
He was very tiny, but very hardworking,
He worked tirelessly day and night.

In the same forest stood an old hut,
Smart and talented Doctor lived in it.
He tirelessly treated animals and birds,
He refused no one, he helped everyone.




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"Oh, Ant, - said Doctor one day, -
You are weak, but you work around the clock.
I don't understand why you do it,
After all, life is not infinite, it will end."

"Doctor, you are right. I am small and always working.
I already forgot when I could just lie on the couch.
Every day I work and I can't stop! Help me, Doctor!"

"Eh, I thought you'd say you're just a hard worker,
And that work is your destiny, and so on, other nonsense.
But you answered honestly, and I really appreciate it, Ant.
I suffer from the same disease,
I work all the time and can't stop.
Unfortunately, our mental illness is not cured,
It belongs to the category of fatal disorders,
Only death will heal us and give us rest and peace.
Although sometimes an injection of opium helps.
Do you want me to give you injection while no one sees?"

"Thank you, Doctor, but I prefer mushrooms," -
Ant answered and laughed mysteriously.

Doctor also laughed, then opened a thick notebook
And wrote there in illegible medical handwriting:
"Patient is incurable, an increase in dosage is required."
After that, he left the room and walked down the corridor.

Oh, I almost forgot!
Where is the moral? Where is it?
Let's do without it today.



The original text was written by me in Russian. I haven't studied English systematically so the translation may not be ideal. The main work was done by Google Translate, I just corrected obvious absurdities, where I noticed them and where I did not confuse them with brilliant insights.