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Just One Thing...

  Looking at himself, In the little spring At the edge of the oasis, He was missing just one thing. He felt so self conscious And so down in the dumps. He was the only Camel Who did not have a hump. His mother always said It was no big deal. But it seemed so odd to him And that's how he would feel. "There must be a way To make myself a hump. After all, what is it really? It's just a big, round bump!" So he went on his way To look for a solution. Something that looked real With easy execution. As he sat and thought, Something caught his eye. A brilliant thought popped up When a Tortoise passed him by. He'd spoken with the Reptile. A deal with him arranged- He'd give free rides to Tortoise Who'd be his hump in the exchange. They walked around so proudly, But with all the stares they got, They went their separate ways. Hey, it was worth a shot. Camel needed a new plan. Then he realized with a shock That every Camel's hump Looked like a big, round rock! Ca

Original

  When Little Z was born, Something wasn't right. His Mama noticed right away He hadn't any stripes. Little Z's odd pattern Were not the normal lines. Instead it looked like flowers And winding, curving vines. It wasn't just his Mama That saw something was off. Some other Zebras stopped and laughed, While others just would scoff. When the herd would tease him, He'd turn the other cheek. His pattern made him special! His markings were unique! Little Z would not feel bad Or anxious 'bout his marks. But at times it would be hard To ignore all the remarks. The herd, they liked consistency- Change they'd not promote. They wanted all to look the same And not to rock the boat. But Little Z loved his fur- It was part of who he was. One Zebra in a million, With his uncommon fuzz. One day, some other Colts Came around to tease. "What's wrong with your fur? Do have some gross disease?" They laughed and mocked so meanly, Each one an awful bully. But Little

You Get What You Give

  The Peacock was a kind, dear sort, Always helping out The other Birds in the woods, Never without a doubt. He was beautiful, but not too proud, His feathers shone in light. He didn't strut and didn't brag And always did what's right. Once the Dove had hurt her wing, So Peacock gave a boost To help Dove back into her nest So she could rest and roost. And when the Raven could not see Because of brief eye strain, Peacock helped him with his food By sharing all his grain. These kind actions are not the norm For all Peacocks, you see. Most were focused on themselves, Other Birds would agree. One day when our Peacock awoke, His tail could not be found. Feathers fell out while he slept With a few still on the ground. The Ants were taking them away! They must have liked the quills. Thinking they were beautiful, They'd decorate their hills. By the time Peacock had realized What was going on, It was too late to save his plumes- Most of them were gone. The other Peacocks came an

Still Waters

Sometimes I feel invisible. I know you say that too. But for me it is more literal- For my body, you see through. I greet fish and say, "What's up?" Surprised, they look around. Past me, upwards and behind, Then oddly at the ground. I am rarely noticed, Even when I am quite near. Being always overlooked, Brings me close to tears. I'm shy and speak so low, The waves just drown me out. I guess I could be louder, still, It's not in me to shout. My trouble is made worse, you see, By long, thin tentacles. The current makes them twist and turn, Far and wide it sprawls. Fish come by, but do not see- They swim right into them. I probably don't have to say It's bad for making friends. They untangle fins, then swim away, Often in a huff. So you see, being me, Is feeling rather tough. But if anybody stopped to ask, They'd see I'm cool to know! It's not just 'cause I am see through Or have an inner glow. My kind predate the dinosaurs! Can you believe t

Getting the Hang of it

Little Bat grew quickly. His mom was very proud. He was kind and smart as well And hung with a good crowd. He could fly fast, his wings were strong. He’d do tricks in the air. He’d make his friends laugh with great jokes And all his fruit he’d share. He had a great imagination And artistic too! He’d draw in dirt with his wing For everyone to view. He was such a happy pup, But one thing made him frown. The poor thing was so afraid To hang upside down. All the blood rushed to his head And made him feel quite ill. No matter what his mom would say He’d not practice this skill. “As a Bat, it’s what we do!’ Mom would plead and beg For little Bat to try again, And hang down from his legs. “You’ll eventually get used it,” Mom tried to persuade. But nothing that she ever said Made him less afraid. “When I hang down, my head hurts. I don’t feel good at all. I feel dizzy and shaky too- Like I’m about to fall!” His mother tried to explain, “We cannot sleep upright. It’s easier when upside down; It

One Good Turn

  Duck and Sheep were out and about, Taking a little walk. Enjoying the sun as they strolled, Having a lovely talk. It was a pleasant chat about the farm, When Duck suddenly stopped. She held back Sheep with a feathery wing, And to the ground she dropped. Sheep, in surprise, asked her why They all at once stood still. Duck looked at Sheep, smiling wide- "Look at this great anthill!" "If we kept on, we would have trod All over this busy place! We need to take a slight detour And give the Ants some space!" Sheep snorted loud and rolled his eyes, "Who cares about some bugs? They're creepy, crawly, little mites- Not things you'd ever hug!" Duck stood up, wings on her hips- "How dare you say such words! Others have rights to live here Though they're not sheep or birds!" Sighing, Duck then went on, "We live on a complex Earth. We each have important parts to play, We each have meaningful worth." Sheep just shrugged and then moved
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