суббота, 25 мая 2019 г.
The Zebra Storyteller
Once upon a time there was a Siamese goofball who pretended to be a lion and spoke inappropriate Zebraic. That linguistic communication is whinnied by the race of striped horses in Africa. Here now An innocent zebra is walking in a jungle, and approaching from another direction is the little cat they meet. Hello there says the Siamese cat in perfectly pronounced Zebraic. It certainly is a pleasant day, isnt it? The sun is shining, the birds are singing, isnt the cosmea a lovely place to live today The zebra is so astonished at hearing a Siamese cat delivering like a zebra, why, hes just fit to be tied. So the little cat quickly ties him up, kills him, and drags the better parts of the carcass back to his den. The cat successfully hunted zebras many months in this manner, dining on filet mignon of zebra e very(prenominal) night, and from the better hides he made bow neckties and wide belts after the fashion of the effete princes of the Old Siamese court.He began boasting to his f riends he was a lion, and he gave them as proof the fact that he hunted zebras. The delicate noses of the zebras told them there was really no lion in the neighborhood. The zebra deaths caused many to avoid the region. Superstitious, they decided the woods were haunted by the ghost of a lion. One day the storyteller of the zebras was ambling, and through his brain ran plots for stories to amuse the other zebras, when suddenly his eyes brightened, and he said, Thats itIll tell a story about a Siamese cat who learns to speak our language What an idea Thatll make em laugh Just then the Siamese cat appeared before him, and said, Hello there Pleasant day today, isnt it The zebra storyteller wasnt fit to be tied at hearing a cat speaking his language, because hed been thinking about that very thing. He took a good look at the cat, and he didnt know why, but there was something about his looks he didnt like, so he kicked him with a hoof and killed him. That is the function of the storyt eller.