Once upon a time, in a faraway land, every part of the body could think, talk, and work together in unity. Each body part had its role, and they all depended on one another to make things work. The feet searched for food, the hands cooked it, and the tongue would taste, eat, and talk about it amazingly.
But despite all this, the tongue was never satisfied. It always wanted more, even when the body had enough. The eyes and nose also played their parts by guiding the feet and hands, while the nose detected the delicious aromas of food before it even reached the mouth.
Tongue’s Never Satisfied
The tongue, as small as it was, had a big appetite. It loved food more than anything else and couldn’t stop talking about how wonderful each meal was. “Oh, the sweetness of mangoes!” it would say. “The saltiness of roasted peanuts, the spiciness of pepper soup!”
At first, the other body parts didn’t mind his attitude. They enjoyed working together and took pride in keeping the body strong and healthy. But as time went on, they began to notice that the tongue was never satisfied. No matter how delicious the meal, it always wanted more.
One day, the hands finally spoke up. “Tongue, we do all the hard work preparing meals, yet you take all the glory. You do nothing but sit in the mouth and enjoy the food!” Is that fair to us?”
The feet added. “Yes! We walk for miles to gather food, yet you complain it is not tasty enough!”
The eyes, feeling overlooked, blinked, “And what about us? We find the food, make sure it’s clean, and help guide the hands. But you act like the food just magically appears!”
The nose, which rarely got involved in arguments, sniffed indignantly. “I’m the first to know how good a meal will be. I bring you the aroma that gets your mouth watering, but do you ever thank me?”
Even the belly, which was usually calm, growled angrily. “You send down all kinds of food for me to digest, but you never appreciate what I do. And you’re always demanding more” Soon, I will stop the donkey work”
The tongue was shocked and stretched out. “You think I’m lazy and greedy?” it said, trembling and stammering with emotion. “Fine, fine. If that’s how you all feel, I’ll stop eating food altogether. From this moment on, I’m going on a hunger strike. No food will pass through me until you realize how important I am!” I mean it, no food”
The other body parts laughed at first. “Enough of you, Tongue, give us a break!” they said. “Let’s have a moment of peace without you always complaining about the food!”
Hunger Invited
On the first day of the tongue’s hunger strike, things seemed normal. The hands went about their tasks, the feet carried the body, the eyes scanned the surroundings for food, and the nose inhaled the delightful aromas of meals. The belly waited patiently for food. But when it came time to eat, the tongue refused to taste. “No food for me!” it declared.
By the second day, the body began to feel weak. The hands struggled to lift objects, and the feet started to wobble. The belly, which was usually calm, grumbled loudly. The eyes were watery and unfocused, and the nose could barely enjoy the smells it once loved.
By the third day, chaos erupted. It didn’t take long for trouble to start. The tongue had invited a gnawing hunger to visit every part of the body and the visit was truly felt.
The hands could barely hold a spoon, the feet stumbled with every step, and the belly cried out, “I’m starving! I can’t keep going like this!” The eyes struggled to stay open, and the nose sighed, “What’s the point of smelling delicious food if we can’t taste it?”
Realizing how bad things had become, the body parts called an emergency meeting.
“We made a mistake,” the hands admitted. “We didn’t realize how important the tongue is.”
The feet nodded. “Without the tongue, we can’t function properly. Let’s humbly accept this fact.”
The eyes blinked modestly. “We didn’t appreciate the tongue’s role in making meals enjoyable.”
Even the belly, which had been the loudest critic, grumbled, “We need the tongue. Without it, we’re falling apart!” We will come to our finish”
The Tongue Well Appreciated
The tongue, listening to their pleas, decided to finally speak. “Do you know how I eat?” it asked. “I swallow my own saliva bit by bit to survive. I’ve been quietly enduring while you all suffer, but only because I wanted you to learn this important lesson.”
Hearing this, the other body parts were filled with guilt and remorse.
“I forgive you,” the tongue said at last. “But let this be a lesson to all of you. I may be small, but I have a big role to play. Without me, you cannot eat, and without food, none of you can work. Let’s remember that we are all important in our own way.”
The body parts apologized sincerely. The hands promised to appreciate the tongue more, the feet vowed to carry it wherever it wanted to go, the eyes agreed to focus on their tasks with gratitude, and the nose pledged to work in harmony with the tongue.
With peace restored, the tongue ended its strike. The hands prepared a delicious feast, and the belly eagerly waited for nourishment. The eyes sparkled as they watched the meal come together, and the nose reveled in the wonderful smells. The tongue, true to its nature, tasted every bite with delight, describing each flavor in great detail.
From that day forward, the body parts worked together in harmony. But the tongue remained as curious and hungry as ever. No matter how much it tasted, it always wanted to try something new.