A Jewish man traveled to a small mountain island.
"Good islander, what kind of animal is that?" he asked.
"That's what we here in the village call a Trid," the islander explained.
"What a truly fascinating creature. Do they normally come tumbling into the village like that?"
The islander sighed. "Unfortunately, yes. You see, at the top of this mountain there is a thriving population of Trids. For years they lived peacefully, until a terrible ogre came along. This ogre finds no greater delight than when he sends Trids tumbling down the mountainside."
The Jewish man was shocked. Such cruelty simply could not be tolerated. "I will go to this ogre and speak with him. It's only right that someone should try to help such innocent creatures."
"You can try," the islander said, "but nothing you say will be able to help the Trids."
The Jewish man ignored him and journeyed up the mountain. Three times on his way up, the Jewish man saw helpless Trids being callously tossed over the mountainside and tumbling to the coast below. As he reached the summit, a terrible ogre came lumbered into view. The Trids around the mountaintop scattered, but not quickly enough. The ogre reached down and snatched a Trid from the ground, tossing it into the air before viciously kicking it over the mountain. The Jewish man looked on in disbelief before working up the courage to confront the terrible beast.
"Ogre," he called, "I am a traveler and a leader within my faith. I've come to ask you why you harm these creatures with such vicious acts."
The ogre turned, sneering at the man with a horrible grin of mismatched teeth. "You come to question me, man?" the beast snarled. "I care not for the feelings of these Trids. My only joy is kicking them over the mountain and watching them climb back up."
The Jewish man knew that such a malicious ogre could never be convinced to live peacefully with the Trids. "Very well then. If your only joy is in harming others, then I will offer myself in place of these creatures. Kick me over the mountain and leave the Trids alone."
The ogre threw back its head and let loose horrendous peals of laughter. "I cannot kick you over the mountain, man. You cannot replace these creatures."
The Jewish man knew there was nothing he could do. Despair washed over him and he asked, "Why?"
The ogre turned to him, leaning down until it's terrible visage was mere inches away from his face. It's rancid breath washed over the man as it said,
"Silly Rabbi, kicks are for Trids." Read More