AND THE MOME RATHS OUTGRABE
She seemed to flutter through the Jungle foliage, the leafy greens brushing her backside with each step. It wasn’t unusual to see the roan filly roaming about on her own, the epitome of warmth and happiness. Sometimes, if they were so unlucky, she could be seen talking someone’s ear off. A look of inconvenience on their face as they thought of a polite excuse to free themselves from her trap. The past year though, they had learned, learned to avoid the girls ramblings. Just as well if they could not avoid her, they had learned to tolerate the very vocal young lady.
Today, was a day for usual company. Jungle animal company. She was such a bright child, cheerful and open child, the animals did not regard her as a threat. It was not odd for her to be seen yapping at the resident creatures. Though most let her be, even tolerated her company, there were still some that she avoided. The crocodiles for example could not be reasoned with, no matter how hard she had tried. Sarkis had become quite a mother hen to be honest, perhaps because the animals were so submissive. Not one to like being bossed about, she found that when the tables were turned, well, she liked to do the bossing. That is if you could really consider it bossing. It was the usual helpful thoughts of a concerned mother that passed her lips. Did you clean behind your ears? She would ask the monkeys as they sat in groups grooming, sometimes even picking her mane clean of nits. You have to eat the leaves too, not just the petals. She coaxed a young elephant, whom had taken to plucking off only the tops of the blooms. Look both ways before crossing the path.’ She harped on two Ant eaters crossing her path. Hardly what one might consider controlling.
Currently she was conversing with a sloth, though she was doing most of the talking. At the very least, sloths were good listeners.