If Aesop were alive today to write his fables on society, one might look something like this:

Once upon a time in a far away kingdom was a magical place called Wall Street, a place of great riches where powerful bears and bulls roamed the fields. But the ones who ruled Wall Street were not bears and bulls but wise and clever weasels.
The weasels possessed enormous riches and lived in opulent palaces. Their weasel wives wore the finest furs and jewels and ate the finest foods. The weasels, though, were not happy. They were an envious lot, and each weasel and his weasel wife wanted more than the next weasel and his weasel wife. So one by one, the weasels found themselves clever wizards who brewed magical potions that, over time, could turn one piece of gold into two!
“Buy our potions and they will make you rich!” the weasels proclaimed to the minions. And millions of people sent the wise and clever weasels gold and waited for their riches to appear.
The potions, so it seemed, did multiply gold, and the weasels prospered enormously as they sold more and more potions for more and more gold. The weasels grew fatter and fatter and built grander and grander palaces. From high atop Wall Street, thousands of weasels peered down from their enormous palaces perched atop magnificent spires of gold. Oh to be a weasel! They laughed derisively at the ordinary people below.
But alas, the potions brewed by the wizards turned out to be poisonous! The toxic potions slowly began turning gold into worthless paper! As their grand palaces, resting now on tall columns of cardboard, began to teeter and shake, the panicked weasels cried out to the only ones in the kingdom who could save them – the mighty donkeys and elephants.
“Help us! Help us!” the weasels shrieked. “We must have more gold to shore up our great palaces or we will fall and destroy the kingdom below!”
The donkeys and elephants grumbled and argued. They had already squandered much of the people’s gold, and they had none left for the weasels. So the donkeys and elephants set sail across the sea to the land of Panda the Bear.
“May we please borrow gold from you Panda the Bear?” they inquired.
“And how will you pay this gold back?” he demanded to know.
The donkeys and elephants looked at each other nervously before the answer dawned on them.
“Why, our children will pay you back!” they shouted in unison. “Yes, and our grandchildren, and all the millions and millions of children yet to be born will pay you back!” they exclaimed.
Satisfied, Panda the Bear gave them ships filled with gold, which they took to the weasels.
“Here you are wise and clever weasels, take as much as you like, and please do not fall,” the elephants and donkeys said.
The weasels helped themselves to the gold and shored up their creaky palaces while millions of people in the kingdom became sick and destitute from the weasels’ poisonous potions. But thanks to their friends, the donkeys and the elephants, the weasels did not fall. No, the weasels rebuilt their marvelous palaces and busied themselves making them more lavish than before. With many fine things to eat, the weasels grew fatter and fatter, and once again they bought their weasel wives the finest furs and jewels.
And they lived happily ever after.

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