Basya Tsybukmakher
Oh, where are you, all who post in the feed,
Seething with righteous indignation,
Finding fault with a word or a comment,
Crossing swords and hurling abuse?...
It was for you that I wrote this little fable...
Several frogs ended up in a barrel and began to drown. They all immediately began paddling hard with their legs to create a solid little island for themselves... Until one of the drowning frogs turned to the others and shouted: “Froggies! Stop making those waves already. No matter how much you churn it, sh** won't turn into sour cream.”