Cattitude
Once upon a time a Barn Cat, hunting
for mice at the circus, stopped and sat and stared.
A Panther turned his head and narrowed
his eyes. He growled, “What are you
looking at?”
The Barn Cat said, “I’m looking at a
whole lot of big cat.”
The Panther rumbled, “Do go on.”
The Barn Cat said, “Your sleek
physique! Your mighty thews! Your claws! Your fangs! You, sir, are a killing
machine!”
The Panther purred, “I could kill you
in an instant.”
“I’d be a snack!” said the Barn Cat, “
- if you could reach me through those
bars.”
The Panther hissed, “Shut up!”
The Barn Cat said, “And what strong
bars! And what a big cage!”
The Panther was silent.
“Oh well,” said the Barn Cat, “I think
I’ll go somewhere else now. See ya!” And the Barn Cat strolled away, tail high.
Moral:
Blessed be liberty.
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