With the Elephants of Asia
The light of day dimmed as the cat waltzed towards the last enclosure to
be greeted by grown elephants thrashing about in the mud, trumpeting
dissonantly or stuffing food into their mouth with their trunks. The cat
was shocked at how unhygienic they were by using their bare trunks
instead of utensils. They’re noisy too, I pity their neighbours.
Enjoyment of life was excessive to the cat. “What’s happening here?” the
cat exclaimed.
“Just preparing our song for the party later! How was it?” they
asked, flopping their ears up in anticipation.
“You elephants will be the saving grace of the party since the selfish
pandas would probably be unwilling to share their food later,” she
replied slyly and told them about her earlier observations, though
mentally she could only think about how ignorant and thick-skinned they
were.
“What? Do they think that their food is too expensive to be shared?” an
exclamation rang out like a bell, sparking off more insults and heating
up the atmosphere. Satisfied, the cat spun on her paw and headed away.
Before she left, she spotted the swan waddling towards the amphitheatre,
and casually warned him, “Be careful of those barbarians throwing
themselves into the mud, they may dirty your outfit. ” Her words never
failed to spout destruction, even those spoken at parting. She blended
into the shadows to watch the flames of discontentment burn.
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