THE STRIKE OF THE MILL FEEDERS


The mill feeders of a great mill--the stomach--met together to
talk over their trials.

The hands said, "We are tired of carrying grist to the door of the
greedy mill. We would rather spend all our time painting pictures
or writing books."

"We were made for talking and singing," said the lips, "but much
of our time has to be spent in taking grist for the mill."

"And we," said the teeth, "give our life to crushing the grist
which is brought to the mill. We are wearing out in its service,
but what thanks do we get?"

"I have never had a holiday," said the tongue. "I do not mind
talking, but I do not like to work for the mill. Three times a day
or oftener, I must help the teeth to prepare the grist. I am tired
of it."

The gullet said, "My whole life is given up to carrying the grist
to the mill. I do not like such work. Let the mill feed itself. It
has no business to work us to death."

"Let us all stop work," cried the mill feeders. "We will stop at
once;" and so the mill shut down.