A man was walking along a road at night when he found a skull. He lifted his foot to kick it when the skull spoke.
“My big mouth got me here and yours will too.”
The man bent down to examine the skull. He moved to pick it up then jumped back as it spoke again.
“My big mouth got me here and yours will too.”
The man ran to a nearby tavern to tell everyone what he’d found. A big crowd followed him out into the cold and dark. He took them to the spot where the skull lay.
“Speak!” the man cried.
The skull was silent.
“Say something!” the man cried.
The skull was still silent.
The man tapped it with his foot then kicked it.
The skull rolled over but was still silent.
The crowd began to get angry at having been come out of the warm, well-lit tavern into the cold, dark night. They started to shout at the man who insisted he’d been telling the truth. Then, in his frustration, he began lashing out at the crowd with his fists. Some of the larger men in the crowd hit back, then, as the man started to curse at them, they knocked him down and beat him severely. They kicked and punched him until he was quiet, then returned to the tavern.
As the man lay there dying he looked at the skull.
“I told you so,” said the skull.
Let’s all use our big mouths and tell everyone we know about this great story.
I’m glad my big mouth brought you here.
Got it. Keep my big mouth shut.
To be fair the guy in the story was a pretty big jerk to start with. Who sees a skull in the road and decides to kick it?