Fergus caught the woke-mind virus from an improperly sanitized library book.
By breakfast, he could see every side of an argument.
By lunch, he understood why the ant 🐜 felt anxious.
By dinner, he had apologized to the mosquito 🦟 he had been trying to eat and offered it a tiny napkin in recompense.
Life became complicated. 🤔
His friends invited him to leap to conclusions, but Fergus insisted on examining the evidence first. 🔍 When the pond divided over whether lily pads belonged to the frogs 🐸 or the pond, he suggested they ask the lily pads.
They declined to comment.
Eventually, Fergus made peace with his condition. He bought a small cushion, brewed some coffee ☕️ and opened a woke mind consulting practice beneath a fern.
His sign read:
FERGUS T. FROG
Empathy, Critical Thinking & Occasional Ribbiting
Flies Seen by Appointment Only
Business was excellent, although lunch remained ethically challenging.
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