A Tale For All Seasons

“Tell me the weight of a snowflake,” a coal-mouse asked a wild dove.

“Nothing more than nothing,” was the answer.

“In that case, I must tell you a marvelous story,” the coal-mouse said.

“I sat on the branch of a fir tree, close to its trunk, when it began to snow—not heavily, not dramatically — no, just like in a dream, snowing without a sound and without violence. Since I did not have anything better to do, I counted the snowflakes settling on the twigs and needles of my branch. Their number was exactly 3,741,952. When the 3,741,953rd dropped onto the branch – nothing more than nothing, as you say – snap, the branch broke off.”

Having said that, the coal-mouse then flew away.

The dove, since Noah’s time an authority on the matter, thought about the story for awhile, and finally said to herself, “Perhaps there is only one more person’s voice lacking for peace to finally come to the world.”

(Kurt Kauter)