brother big & brother little

Myth and Fable went out walking. 
Little bro to big one said, "hey Myth!
What is the point of all your deedly deeds 
and saidly saids?" Myth chuckled, "You'll 
know when you're grown," ("...there aren't
such things as points," he thought) "There's 
only glory, tragedy, and all things are, 
which should not ought." So Fable thought
and thought and thought. "I bet I know 
enough right now, to put a moral 
to this tale. It's this: 'Things are just such 
as we
would probably not allow.'"