Post by The Smith on Mar 27, 2008 19:55:03 GMT -5
Once upon a time, there was an old crow flying high above the Kingswood. Looking down upon the forest, the old crow saw a baby stag, walking through the glen.
"Ah.." said the old crow, "Here is a meal that will feed me for many months." But than the old crow realized that when the Seven had made the world, they made him a scavenger, to feast on dead flesh, and he had no way to kill the young stag.
"There must be other hungry creatures in the forest, besides me," said the old crow, and so he flew down among the creatures of the forest, to see who would help him eat the stag. First he came upon the weasel.
"Hello weasel," said the crow.
"hello crow," said the weasel.
"Weasel," said Crow, "There is a young stag in the forest, and I am very hungry, but I am a scavenger and only eat the dead. Help me kill the stag, and we shall both feast for many days."
"Crow,"said Weasel, "Stags are very big, even the young ones. Too big for weasels. And besides, the young stag likes to run through the underbrush and startles the rats and and snakes, and than I can eat them, for rats and snakes are what weasels eat. But if i kill a rat, I will leave some for you, if you are hungry, for we are both small creatures in a big world, and should help each other."
Crow squawked angrily, for he had decided that he would eat left-overs no more, and he flew away.
As he was flying away, he spotted a snake deep in the underbrush. He flew down.
"Hello snake." said the old crow.
"Well hello there," she replied, coiling around him, and smiling slyly, "What can I do for you?" she hissed.
"There is a young stag in the forest, and I would like to eat him, but he is not dead. Perhaps you can help me kill him, and we can eat him together."
"Yes, I will help you eat the crow, after all, I can open my mouth very wide, and fit much inside," she winked seductively, "and I will be glad to help you eat the stag."
So the snake laid in wait, and the crow circled over head. As the Stag came the crow squawked to his serpentine partner, and she bit the regal animal on the leg, poisoning him. The stag tried to escape, but the faster it ran, the more of the she-snake's poison circulated through its veins, and soon it fell dying.
The crow came down, and surveyed what they had done. Once he had killed the stag, and it lay down, before him dead, he realized how massive it truly was.
"I do not know where to start," said the crow, "for I am just a scavenger, taking bits and pieces from the dead. I have never eaten a whole animal before."
"Just start at the head, and work your way down." said snake, winking.
So Crow began to eat. and he ate and he ate and ate until he thought he could eat no more. He lay on the ground, rolling back and forth.
"Ooooh, my tummy aches," he cried, "I should not have eaten so much."
"Nonsense," said snake, as she coiled around him, "Now you are so big and plump, and juicy."
"Juicy?" said the crow, "what do you mean juicy?"
"Well silly crow," said snake, "Snakes do not eat stags. They are too big. But some times, we will eat nice plump juicy birds."
And so she did.
"Ah.." said the old crow, "Here is a meal that will feed me for many months." But than the old crow realized that when the Seven had made the world, they made him a scavenger, to feast on dead flesh, and he had no way to kill the young stag.
"There must be other hungry creatures in the forest, besides me," said the old crow, and so he flew down among the creatures of the forest, to see who would help him eat the stag. First he came upon the weasel.
"Hello weasel," said the crow.
"hello crow," said the weasel.
"Weasel," said Crow, "There is a young stag in the forest, and I am very hungry, but I am a scavenger and only eat the dead. Help me kill the stag, and we shall both feast for many days."
"Crow,"said Weasel, "Stags are very big, even the young ones. Too big for weasels. And besides, the young stag likes to run through the underbrush and startles the rats and and snakes, and than I can eat them, for rats and snakes are what weasels eat. But if i kill a rat, I will leave some for you, if you are hungry, for we are both small creatures in a big world, and should help each other."
Crow squawked angrily, for he had decided that he would eat left-overs no more, and he flew away.
As he was flying away, he spotted a snake deep in the underbrush. He flew down.
"Hello snake." said the old crow.
"Well hello there," she replied, coiling around him, and smiling slyly, "What can I do for you?" she hissed.
"There is a young stag in the forest, and I would like to eat him, but he is not dead. Perhaps you can help me kill him, and we can eat him together."
"Yes, I will help you eat the crow, after all, I can open my mouth very wide, and fit much inside," she winked seductively, "and I will be glad to help you eat the stag."
So the snake laid in wait, and the crow circled over head. As the Stag came the crow squawked to his serpentine partner, and she bit the regal animal on the leg, poisoning him. The stag tried to escape, but the faster it ran, the more of the she-snake's poison circulated through its veins, and soon it fell dying.
The crow came down, and surveyed what they had done. Once he had killed the stag, and it lay down, before him dead, he realized how massive it truly was.
"I do not know where to start," said the crow, "for I am just a scavenger, taking bits and pieces from the dead. I have never eaten a whole animal before."
"Just start at the head, and work your way down." said snake, winking.
So Crow began to eat. and he ate and he ate and ate until he thought he could eat no more. He lay on the ground, rolling back and forth.
"Ooooh, my tummy aches," he cried, "I should not have eaten so much."
"Nonsense," said snake, as she coiled around him, "Now you are so big and plump, and juicy."
"Juicy?" said the crow, "what do you mean juicy?"
"Well silly crow," said snake, "Snakes do not eat stags. They are too big. But some times, we will eat nice plump juicy birds."
And so she did.
Hope you all are well and happy.