The Fables of Sweet Zoe FeatherBender
There once was a little Chihuahua by the name of Yap-Yap-Too-Much. To Ms. YYTM he was significant. She lived easy with him. Yap-Yap-TM knew he was #1. The group knew he was #16 in a tight little pack of 19.
Yap-Yap-TM fit well at #16, but his head swelled and he forgot the rules to the game. The pack quickly tired of this insignificant twerp bossing around #1, 2, and 3, and kicked him out on his keister. Now they all could carry on peacefully without What's-His-Name #16.
They pacified him with benefits of still belonging to their pack, as they built solid foundations to justify and solidify their choice of action. He had everything for nothing, and lived his enchanting life like it would always be forever...but, of course, we all know you never ever really get anything in life for absolutely nothing at all. With that thought, his benefits were no more...they ended.
Ms. YYTM lives in their cardboard box and dumpster dives each day for tasty grubs. Yap-Yap-TM can't get his tail to unwind from between his short stumpy legs. He has no promise to give that he hasn't broken before. He feels a slight remorse, but life goes on as it must.
That life owes you absolutely nothing...any three legged cat, missing half a tail and living with just two of his nine lives left, knows to be pure unvarnished truth. While the wise embrace unexpected benefits to better their lot in life, the unwise squander them foolishly away and settle in to living life at rock bottom.