My fable is:
Once, a penguin in the north pole went
to see his friend, the white wolf. He wanted to show the wolf his
lovely, just-waxed, new flippers.
He called for his friend, and,
eventually found him. "Hi, Wolfy!" said the
penguin. "Look at my new polished flippers!" "Cool," said the wolf.
"You know",
said the penguin, "you should go to the salon
to get your hair done". "Are you saying my
hair look's messy?" growled the wolf. "And your claws. They look, you
know, a bit, long".
"That's really mean.
You are really saying that I look ugly, aren't you?",
growled the wolf. "Now leave me be!"
"And who's the one that's gonna make
me?!", said the penguin, fiercely. And with
that the penguin aimed his flipper at the the wolf's skinny legs, and
whacked the wolf.
"You tried to hit me?" said the wolf,
angrily. "Well it wasn't the wind", said the
penguin, laughing. And with that the wolf gobbled up the penguin in
one whole bite.
"There's my supper for the evening,"
grinned the wolf. |