Once there were was a green jungle, full of animals and trees (this is an Arabic jungle, okay? so it's a little idealistic). In this jungle there lived three bison: one white bison, one red bison, and one black bison (you'll see why I had to modify this story; there is no way one of these placid Egyptian bulls could fight off a lion; besides, I think this story should become a little more multicultural and adding a little Canadian tinge always spices things up). There also was...you guessed it...a lion. And the lion tried to eat the bison, but was unable to do so because when he would attack one, the others would rake him with their horns or trample him with their hoofs. The bisons' motto was always, "All for one and one for all."
But being an Arabic lion, he thought up of a plan to eat all the bison. One day he went to the red bull and black bull and respectfully addressed them.
"Look guys, I got something important to say."
The black bison pawed the ground and the red bison lowered his horns.
"Wow, steady there old fella. I really think you should listen. See, that white bison, he's a huge source of danger for us. All of us blend in together (red, black, and golden somehow blend of course) but that whitey over there, he's gonna get us killed by those hunter chaps! What do you say, let me eat him and we'll be free of danger forever!"
The bison stared blankly at each other and said, "Okay."
The lion ate the white bison, licked his chops, and came back to the red bison.
"Look, bud, you were pretty smart to listen to me the last time. But I've been thinking: the black bison doesn't camouflage so well either. Besides, he's pretty dumb, and I think this jungle will be a lot better if only you and I are living in it."
The red bison continued chewing, and said around a mouthful of grass, "Yeah, sure whatever."
The lion ate the black bison, licked his chops, and came back.
"Hi old boy. You know something, I'm gonna eat you, and there is nothing you can do about it."
The red bison looked around for a long time, being slightly short-sighted. His slow brain finally realized that he was all alone and he had no one to help him. The bison sighed, and said the saying that would becoming famous among Arabic proverbs,
"I was eaten the day the white bison was eaten."
3 comments:
At first i didn't understand how the white bison goes from being pretty stupid to wise and profound. Then i realized that the white bison really wasn't wise or profound, because he (she? it?) said, "I was eaten the day the white bison was eaten." which is pretty obvious.
BUT the story doesn't explain how the red bison became white... :)
I think i heard this story before, with cows in place of bison and a wolf in place of a lion. Small world.
Am I missing something?
Oops.
Jazakallah khair for the little pointer there Mustafa. I was writing the story in my break so I didn't have time to check it over. Also, I kept on inadvertently writing buffalo when I meant bison. So yes, it is the red buffallo, er, bison who is eaten at the very end, and he is the one who says, "I was eaten the day the white buffalo was eaten.
~Ameer
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