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October 25, 2007

Thursday

....and that's how the zebra got its stripes.

Update a fable.

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As dawn broke and morning leaked out, the grass glistened with dew and the birds sang praises to the dancing leaves.

Far beneath the trees, the ants worked furiously while the wind gently tossed the brightly colored butterflies.

Across the plains in the vast Serengeti, a mighty black steed tossed his head back and sneered while his soul mate nuzzled their newly born multi-striped colt.

With an unexpected clap of thunder, the morning dew managed to escape while all other things earthly stood still. Far above, the creator looked at down at his work and boomed one prophetic word.

"Whoops."

Posted by: Rick at October 25, 2007 6:25 PM · Permalink

Not based a fable...sorry.

Posted by: Rick at October 25, 2007 7:51 PM · Permalink