Monday, February 4, 2008

A rainforest tale

Day 35

The black leopard rests on a tree limb after a long day of hunting prey. He remains vigilant, however, as monkeys are known to pass by this way, and they make a delicious treat. He daydreams of chasing antelope and warthogs, his tail twitching as his thoughts race through the dense rainforest. Suddenly, his reverie is broken by a sound:

"Who's my Dommy kitty? Who's my widdle baby? What a good boy!"

The black leopard sighs deeply, accepting his fate with a tail lash and a glare.