The Two Poets

Two poets were quarrelling over the Apple of Discord and the Bone of Contention, for they were very hungry. "My sons," said Apollo, "I will divide the prizes between you. You," he said to the First Poet, "excel in Art—take the Apple. And you," he said to the Second Poet, "are superior in Imagination—take the Bone."

"To Art goes the best prize!" exclaimed the First Poet triumphantly. However, in his eagerness to devour his award, he broke all his teeth. The Apple, it turned out, was a work of Art, solid and unyielding.

"That just shows our Master's contempt for mere Art," the Second Poet said with a grin. He then attempted to gnaw on his Bone, but his teeth passed through it effortlessly, revealing the truth—it was merely an imaginary Bone.