In the heart of a lush and vibrant jungle, where animals of all shapes and sizes lived in harmony, there was a deep sense of unity and peace. The jungle thrived under the laws of cooperation and mutual respect, and life was good for all its inhabitants. This joyful coexistence continued for ages, bringing prosperity to the jungle.

But a cunning fox named ‘Felix’ had other plans.

One sunny morning, Felix called together a meeting of all the foxes in the jungle. With a sly grin, he addressed them,

“My fellow foxes, have you ever stopped to consider that we live in a jungle governed by the tigers and elephants? No matter how much we contribute to the welfare of this jungle, our interests are never truly put first.

It’s time we demand a jungle exclusively for ourselves, where the well-being of the fox is our top priority.”

Felix’s words struck a chord with many of the foxes, who began to imagine a life in a jungle all their own. It didn’t take much convincing, and soon, the entire fox community rallied behind the idea. After a series of negotiations and protests, the foxes achieved their goal: they were granted a section of the jungle for themselves, and Felix became the king of the fox jungle.

As time passed, this division trend spread like wildfire.

Other animal communities followed suit. There was now a separate jungle for rabbits, lions, zebras, and countless others. The once-unified jungle had become a fragmented tapestry of different habitats.

Then, one fateful day, within the foxes’ divided jungle, a particularly cunning fox named ‘Luna’ arose.

Luna had a different vision. She gathered a select group of black foxes and declared,

“My fellow black foxes, it’s clear that the fox jungle is ruled by white foxes, and our concerns are often overlooked.

We must stand up for our rights and demand a jungle that belongs exclusively to black foxes.”

Just as before, Luna’s rallying cry found receptive ears, and soon, the black foxes were also granted their own portion of the jungle.

This cycle of division continued relentlessly.

The jungle that had once been a symbol of unity was now a patchwork of territories, each dedicated to a specific group. There were black fox jungles, white fox jungles, striped fox jungles, plain fox jungles, long-tail fox jungles, and white-tail fox jungles.

Amidst this chaos, a wise and a silent monk perched high on a tree, was observing the jungle’s fragmentation.

The Silent Monk had spent his life contemplating the ways of the world. He turned his gaze beyond the jungle and saw a reflection of the broader human society — which was just as fragmented.

In the human world, there were Roman Catholics, Protestant Catholics, Shia Muslims, Sunni Muslims, Hindu Brahmins, Hindu Kshatriyas, Conservative Jews, Orthodox Jews, and countless other divisions that separated people based on their beliefs and backgrounds.

The Silent Monk realized that until we embrace our diversity and learn to coexist harmoniously, we would continue to find differences that divide us.

Unity is the key to lasting happiness and prosperity, both in the jungle and in the world beyond.

And so, the Silent Monk continued to silently watch, hoping that one day, the animals of the jungle — and humanity as a whole — would come to recognize the art of unity and the true beauty of living together in harmony.

Moral of the story: Until we wholeheartedly embrace our diversity and learn to thrive harmoniously, we will continue to find differences that drive us apart 😄.

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