Under a Gibbous Moon

But this time, with a story:

Darth Vader stood at the edge of large desert, the smoking ruin of his tie fighter sticking out of the dune behind him. He knew that he must cross the desert to get off of this miserable planet but he also knew that he lacked the provisions for such a trip.
Vader had nearly resigned himself to his fate when a great feline sped across the sands and came to a stop next to him.

Seizing upon his luck, Vader asked the beast if it would bear him to the nearest spaceport.

The great feline sat back upon its haunches, gave the request a moments thought, and then shook its enormous head.

“The Dark Side and you are one,” it said, “Surely you would slay if given the chance.”

“Never would I do such a thing,” Vader replied, “for I were to slay you in the heat of the desert, I would surely die.”

The cat cocked its head and considered the logic,” All right, climb up on my back and together we shall ride.”

Grabbing onto its fur, Vader mounted the beast and soon they were naught but an orange blur racing across the sands.

Without warning, the great feline felt a tightening in its throat. Gasping for air it tripped and it fell, sliding into the base of an enormous sand dune. It fought and it sputtered but in the end its struggles were insignificant next to the power of the Force.

As the feline breathed its last, it managed to gasp, “But why? Now you will also surely die.”

Darth Vader merely shrugged his shoulders, “I’m a Dark Lord of the Sith, what did you expect?”

Yes, you’ve probably heard this one before, but it’s in the public domain. Take that Aesop!

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