The divided fall By Hannah Walker
Once upon a time, in a land where you never
assumed, per se, that a field was empty; there were 4, innocent, robust, oxen,
who were temporarily residing in a seemingly empty field. But, to their untimely fortune, or lack thereof, this field was not empty,
oh no, this was the field of a legendary lioness. This lioness was the epitome
of all other lionesses. She was remarkably swift, had perfect timing, and
mind-bogglingly marvelous hair. There
was just one chip in her perfect record, well; actually, there were four chips
in her incredible record. Four sturdy, but daft oxen, that were practically impossible
for this prodigy.
The oxen always managed to slip out of the
Lioness’ reach! Every time she got remotely close to the herd, ‘ORRRK!!!’ and
they would gather together in a living, breathing, pointy hoop that would butt
out the lioness every time she got near. But today, she had a really strong
intuition that she would feast on hamburgers, for all four oxen were there and
oblivious to her, and oh wait they
are quarreling!!! Yes! Nothing is better
than quarrelling! She realized this was her best chance!
This argument among the beast, started like
this; the foolish oxen were still enjoying their munchies, when one ‘whacked’
another with its tail. This lead to another ‘whack’ in that direction, which humorously
mistakenly went to the wrong oxen, this lead to ‘whacks’ being passed all
around the group, and soon, the whole pack was quarrelling about who started
the ‘whacks’. Since no one confessed, they were in a highly furious stage, so
each ox irresponsibly left the pack, to a desolate corner of the field, alone. The lioness found this better
than surreal, and swiftly struck each one at a time, leaving no time to
‘Ork’. And being a rather large field,
the oxen didn’t notice the lioness until it was too late. And soon, every ox
was sadly devoured, and the lioness left the field, exceedingly content.
United We Stand, But
We Will Fall Divided
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