Prose

a fable
There once was a village of well fed cannibals. The area they lived in had lots of food for everyone, from fruit to fish in the streams, good roots, seeds and nuts, and people to hunt. Originally, there had been a lot of people in the area.
As I said, this village of cannibals was well fed. A time came when there weren’t many people left to hunt. If people did move in, they lived in forts, had weapons and acted very fierce whenever the cannibals visited.
Some of the cannibals were hurt by that attitude.
“You try to be friends and see what happens!”
“It’s as if they don’t want to be eaten! And I have this new recipe I can’t wait to try out!”
Now that there were no people left to eat, the cannibals started to feel hungry. That’s when it began.

a fable
Two dogs who had never met before encountered each other in a small park in a very large city. The dogs were watched intently by two squirrels.
“Watch this,” said the first squirrel who was a real cut-up and wisenheimer, “I call this restaurant review.” The other squirrel watched closely.
“They’re sniffing each other’s butts,” he whispered.

A fable
Ant was a determined guy. When he went somewhere, he went to get things done. Where other ants went, he followed. If something needed picking up, he picked it up. Life was simple for ant. Except …
Sometimes Ant didn’t do anything for a reason. Sometimes, Ant looked at the sky. Specifically, Ant would look at the sky if Butterfly flew by.
“Butterfly is so beautiful, free to fly where she wants, I wish I could be like her,” sighed Ant. Ant didn’t know it, but he was in danger of falling in love.

Annabel Aerosol waved goodbye to her parents who watched her through the window. Then, she stepped off the curb into the path of an oncoming
Bus that killed her upon impact. It also nearly ended the lives of her parents on the spot, who wished they died along with her, and they no longer look through that window. That day
Carl found a lottery ticket.

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.