Exploring POV with Zodiac Signs: Scorpio
The Goose That Laid the Golden Egg told through the eyes of a Scorpio
This is an experiment in point of view and character voice. I’m using Zodiac signs—to explore how they shape the way a character tells their story.
For writers, it’s a tool to sharpen your characters voices and help increase their uniqueness.
For AI users, it’s a way to refine prompts and narrative tone… to make your AI-generated prose sound more human.
For readers, it’s just a bit of play and reflection—what happens when a familiar fable is retold through a different internal lens?
Let’s find out.
🥚 The Original Fable: The Goose That Laid the Golden Egg
A farmer discovers his goose lays a golden egg every day. He and his wife grow rich, but also greedy. They want more gold, faster. Convinced the goose is full of treasure, they kill it—only to find it’s just an ordinary bird inside. They’ve destroyed their fortune. Moral: Greed destroys the source of good.
📝 Retelling: The Farmer as a Scorpio
It wasn’t the gold that unnerved me. It was the silence around it.
No sound when it dropped. No shifting weight in her step. Just the gleam—clean, untouched—like it had always existed.
We watched her for three days before speaking about it. I don’t like speaking before I’ve studied something fully. People fill silences with nonsense. I prefer proof.
She laid another. Then another.
I tracked patterns. Watched the way she blinked. How long she sat before laying. I noted the stillness—that eerie, too-perfect stillness. She never looked at us directly, but I always felt seen.
My wife said it was a blessing. I said nothing.
The gold helped, yes. Paid debts. Repaired fences. But every morning I held the egg like I was holding a question that hadn’t been asked yet.
Then came the dream.
I saw her split down the middle—no blood, just light. A hollow filled with eyes. Watching me.
Judging.
I woke up sweating. Knew what I had to do.
We waited until dusk. I lit a single lantern. Didn’t speak.
My wife cried when it was done, but she understood. You don’t leave mysteries open. They rot.
Inside, she was just flesh. Just a goose.
But I swear—when the knife touched bone, she looked at me. Really looked.
The eggs stopped, of course.
I kept three. Just three. I buried them beneath the elder tree. I don’t know why. But I had to. (And every spring, I check. Just in case.)
I still sweep the barn every night. I still wait for her to come back, not to forgive me, but to tell me what I missed.
Because I missed something.
And I can’t stand not knowing what.
Compare this story to other signs:
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🌟 Zodiac Lens: Scorpio
Core Traits: Intense, suspicious, power-driven
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