Prose

a fable
Python lay coiled on a warm flat rock admiring his beautiful scales, how they shimmered in the sun, and constantly shifted in colour. They made him look fluid, like he was a glittering stream threading his way through the jungle. Python was so pleased with himself that he rolled in great coils that flipped about as he stared at every inch of his gorgeous body.
Python was not the only one admiring Python’s scales.

One day a mighty lioness fell into a hunter’s net and was ensnared. She lay within the coils of her demise and bemoaned her fate. Then she saw a mouse. “Hey friend. Care to help a lion in need?”
‘Why should I help my enemy?” replied the mouse.
Good answer, thought the lion. “Tell you what, you help me, I owe you a favour, what do you say, deal?”

Pilgrim Pigeon really wanted to see God. When he told other pigeons that was all he really wanted, they would look at him like he was deluded. “Look, God is all right for humans, but when is He there for pigeons?” they would ask.
This would perplex Pigeon. “Look around you, did you make this? Do you think humans (God bless their garbage) made this? Well, do you?” And the pigeons would say, “Yeah, yeah, go look for God you knucklehead, we got serious work to do.”

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Shrike had caught Finch by the neck and was flying around looking for a thorn to impale him on.

The day passed and Little Hen slept right through it. Slept right through all the other hens heading to the chicken coop.

Fifi always had a beautiful collar on her, Sometimes, it was coloured leather, other times braided silk, or see through plastic. But one of her collars had diamond studs.“