I need to come up with my own parable story. Any ideas or maybe a moral that the story could be based on?

Answer 1

I would write about something that I knew about. A good way to learn about someone else, is to have them be the main topic of your story. In college I wrote a story about the Life Of a CoalMiner, my dad had been a foreman in a coal mine and he practically beamed when I ask him to help me on this story. Gave me a chance to see just how he had worked in a dangerous place, and to see the integrity of my dad. Maybe Integrity could be your moral?

Answer 2

I have a tale to recount.
One that brings life to account.
It tells of foolish pride,
vain effort and lessons learned.

It begins with a bird, newly flown.
He flew about on his own.
Thought he had it made.
He was bold.
Never knew hunger,
only an occasional fear,
and was never cold.

One day as the birds gathered,
he inquired as to the occasion.
“To fly south for the winter,”
he was told.
“Not me,” he replied
with an emphatic shake of his head.
“Why should I? I am well fed.”
To this he got an unbelieving stare.
“Thou are more foolish than bold,” the others said

Ere long, the flocks flew away south
‘til they were gone.
The bird continued to flitter about,
eating his fill and singing as he will.
Till one day all the food was gone.
As his hunger grew so did the cold, north wind.
When it began to snow,
the bird said to himself,
“I can’t take this. I’ll fly away south.”
As he flew, the storm grew
‘til it was a blizzard.
The bird’s wings began to ice
‘till he was forced to settled upon the ground.
“Ah,” the little bird lamented as he closed his eyes,
“How foolish was I.”
The little bird fell asleep where he lit,
thinking to die.

About then a cow came passing by
Stepping over where the dying bird lay
in the drifting snow,
dropping upon him a hot, steaming cow pie .
It began to warm the bird and he revived,
fed upon the seeds in that cow pie.
He was feeling fine as he began to sing.
Then suddenly,
the roof was ripped open of that cow pie.
A cat, with a single bite,
took off the singing bird’s head!

Now, the lessons of the story is these:
When times are good,
a few don’t do what they should.
Those that drop a load of crap upon you,
don’t necessarily mean harm to you.
While those that extricate you ,
don’t necessarily mean good to you.
That while you’re in a big mess,
‘tis better to keep your mouth shut,
lest someone,
take off your head!