Coconut

Once upon a time, I was immersed in the tedious job of cleaning the kitchen, a never ending task that, sadly, is necessary if you desire a clean kitchen.
We happen to keep our honey in a white, one gallon bucket. There, sitting on the kitchen counter was a white, one gallon bucket. My educated guess then, happened to be that the bucket on the counter contained honey. I am sure you can follow my line of thinking.
The honey is kept in a cupboard high above my head, so I picked up the container and carried it thither to the cupboard where it belongs. I happened to notice that the bucket seemed oddly light for a bucket containing honey, but as I am one who does not delight in obsessing over unnecessary details I dismissed the thought into the back of my mind. Thus, my downfall.
I held the container balanced high above my head on the edge of a cupboard as I opened the cabinet’s door. Once the cupboard was open I noticed that there was already a white honey bucket up there. I was puzzled. I knew for a fact that we possessed only one bucket of honey, so since there were suddenly two, the fact sat uneasily in my brain. The only option was to find out if one of them was an imposter. And I thought that I might as well start with the one I was holding. I held it balanced on the edge of the cupboard and tilted the top so it faced me, then pulled of the lid.
The imposter that I had assumed held honey, instead happened to hold dried shredded coconut. A gallon of white flakes crashed downward upon me, filling my mouth, ears, nose, eyes, clothing, and every other place that it could invent to hide, which was many. this caused me to ponder over the fact that it wasn’t the smartest thing to hold the bucket upside down high above my head as I pulled off the lid.
I staggered around the kitchen, banging into counters and barstools and fridges and everything else that was possible to bang into, as I was unable to see, and also to hear smell or taste any of my surroundings. I was stranded in a sea of coconut. I was unable to use sonar to detect my surroundings, as that skill was still slightly beyond my abilities at that moment.
After much consideration and thought, I came up with a moral for this story. Here it is: Don’t do things that can turn out badly. I think that this is a good moral, as it can encompass a great many situations. By living this Motto I hope to escape any situations that will cause discomfort, strife, sadness, or getting a
gallon of coconut dumped in my face