THE LAST LAUGH
One day on the Massai Mara it wasn't raining, in fact it hadn't rained now for quite some time and the herd of wildebeeste was getting restless it was also getting bigger and bigger and the bigger it got the more restless it got, and the more restless it got the bigger it seemed to get.
Close by a hyena watched with apparent disinterest, it chortled quietly to itself and watched the drama unfold, somewhere, not to far away a pride of lions brought down a wildebeeste and early dinner was served. More and more wildebeeste joined the gathering and edged nearer and nearer to the river.
One wildebeest however was feeling just a teensy weensy bit uneasy about what was occurring around him, the herd just got bigger and bigger, just as it always did about this time every year.But this year the wildebeest felt something just was not quite right a leopard dragged down a young wildebeest and dragged the carcass away to feed in peace, away from the prying eyes and noses of the scavengers. Near by a hyena chuckled quietly to itself and loped off to join his pack.
A lion looked from afar and thought dinner a vulture looked down from high looked at the lion and thought dinner, a hyena looked at the vulture that was looking down at the lion that was looking at the wildebeest and thought dinner.A wildebeest looked at the hyena that was looking at the vulture who was looking at the lion and thought Oh no dinner time. A hyena who was sat nearby laughed almost uncontrollably.
As another wildebeest went down a sense of panic gripped the ever increasing herd, Zebras added to the confusion hyenas laughed and squealed and yapped and yipped and squabbled over tidbits, vultures hovered and another wildebeest went to the happy migration in the sky. The herd sent out an almost touchable sense of panic and uncertainty.
But one wildebeeste continued to wonder, to think is this it, is this my life is this how my life is to end. Lunch for leopards dinner for lions hyena and vulture to squabble over my remains. A zebra got to close to the river and was grabbed by a crocodile why oh why do we have to do it. Brothers and sisters and cousins and aunties and uncles all gone am I next. The stat taco laughter of an hyena penetrated the sounds of restlessness and the fidgety mowing's of the herds of wildebeeste.
A slight noise, an almost imperceptible vestige of sound pricked at the aural tract of the wildebeest. What, that sound, where, how.Over there, the wildebeeste climbed a small rise in the ground and searched for the origin of the sound. Yes there it is there a herd of elephants playing splashing frolicking carefree. No animal ever attacks them they are safe to wander at will no lion no leopard no crocodiles. There lies the answer, a hyena looked at the wildebeest in puzzlement. I will said the wildebeeste pretend to be an elephant and be safe.
So the wildebeeste lifted his nose to the sky trumpeted and was promptly shot dead by ivory poachers.
Close by a hyena laughed so much it fell over.