THE GREAT MIGRATION

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  One day on the Serrengetti a herd of Wildbeest moved slowly listlessly towards the river, a lioness raised its head and thought feeding time. A hyena looked at the lioness that was looking at the wildbeest and thought dinner; a vulture glidin...

 

One day on the Serrengetti a herd of Wildbeest moved slowly listlessly towards the river, a lioness raised its head and thought feeding time. A hyena looked at the lioness that was looking at the wildbeest and thought dinner; a vulture gliding high on the hot African thermals looked at the Hyena that was looking at the lioness and thought food.A wildbeest looked up at the vulture that was looking at the hyena which was looking at the lioness and thought oh no not again.

As the day wore on more and more Wildbeest joined in the annual melee the occasional herd of Zebra seemed to heighten the apprehension. Somewhere close by an hyena chortled quietly to itself. Near by a solitary wildbeest went down under the combined pressure of a pride of lions and dinner was served.

More and more wildbeest joined the the annual spectacle, bigger and bigger got the herd and the bigger and bigger it got the more and more apprensive it became. A zebra got to close to the river and the crocodiles were fed. A hyena watched, apparently dissinterested and laughed almost imperceptably, but just quite loud enough for any one close by to say " did that hyena just laugh"

The herd of wildbeest grew and grew getting more and more restless as each day passed and the nearer and nearer it got to the river the closer and closer it got to the other side. A young widbeest went down and a leopard and her two young cubs were fed. Hyena squabled over the tidbits and fought with vultures over the odd bit of leg and a bit of intestines.

A lone wildbeest stood on the periphery of the gathering, thinking, watching, wondering.

Is this what it is all about? Is this my life? Dinner for the lions, supper for the leopards, a feast for the crocodiles.

Bigger and bigger got the herd of wildbeest; the bigger it got the more anxious it the got. An the more anxious it got the more hungry for the sweet green grass of the Mara.

At the edge of river a pause a stuttering halt. Then a mad rush for the other side.The lone wildbeest watching wondering thinking. Crocodiles feasting, lions waiting leopards stalking hyena's laughing vultures hovering. The lone solitary wildbeest thinking am i next? Wondering what can i do? A hyena sat laughing in a way that only hyena's can.

What can i do thought the widbeest to himself. Just what the hell can i do to stop myself becoming food for lions and leopards, Snacks for crocodiles, vultures and hyena's arguing over the remains.

The lone widbeest stood alone, aloof distracted from the reality of the situation. Idea's flitted and flirted through its head. Then a sound, a barely discernable noise seemingly eminating from nowhere in particular prickled the aural tract of the single wildbeest and caused it to wonder what was that?

In close proximity a hyena sat and laughed almost uncontrolably perhaps reading the thoughts of the wildbeest and knowing what was coming.

Somewhere a herd of elephants splashed and squealed safe. Safe in the knowledge that they were safe. The wildbeest looked and was jealous.There is the answer, elephants. No animal attacks them.I will said the wildbeest to no one in particular pretend to be an elephant and be safe.A hyena watched and laughed.

So the wildbeest looked around lifted his head up pointed to the sky and trumpetted like an elephant, and was promptly shot dead by ivory poachers.

Close by a hyena laughed so much it fell over.

 

 


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