by Margo Fallis
Ian & Mac Bedtime Stories -
Im Tired of Being a Zebra
Night came and
with it a full moon. Puffy gray clouds floated in front of it, darkening
the woods. Ian and Mac sat in their tree, hoping it wouldnt rain.
You know, Mac,
you really need to do something about those songs. I dont think theyre
real. I think you make them up.
What? Why do you
think that? Mac looked indignant.
Well, first of
all, they dont always rhyme and there isnt the same amount of words in
each sentence. If it was a real song theyd make sure it sounded right.
Come on. Tell me the truth. Are they real songs? Ian turned to look at
the other raccoon.
Okay. Ill admit
it. I made them all up. I thought they were kind of a nice addition to the
They are. Id
just suggest if youre going to sing that you make sure the words rhyme
and all that. Now that Ive gotten that off my chest, Im ready for my
story. Ian rolled onto his back.
I thought about
it earlier today. Ive got a great story tonight. In the jungles of
Africa, the darkest parts with lots of trees and monkeys and butterflies,
there lived a zebra named Earl. Earl had stripes and was as big as all the
other zebras. His problem was that he didnt want to be a zebra any more.
He hated the flies buzzing around his ears. He hated having stripes and
most of all he hated being chased by lions.
Id hate that
too, Ian said.
One day Earl ran
out of the jungle onto the savannah. Thats where there are rolling green
hills and lots of grass to nibble on. He looked at some of the animals
running around. He saw some gazelle. Earl thought he might want to be a
gazelle until he saw a herd of them being chased by a cheetah. He saw some
wildebeest. At first he thought he would like to be a wildebeest, but then
he saw a pack of jackals chasing them. Earl didnt know what he wanted to
be. He ran down to the river. Hippos hid under the water. Now and then
their ears would poke up. Earl thought he might like being a hippo, until
he saw how many of them were all scrunched together in the water. Not only
that, there were crocodiles in the water. No, Earl didnt want to be a
Hed better make
up his mind soon or a lion will find him, Ian said.
Thats right. Off
in the distance Earl saw a bunch of elephants. They were walking in a
line. No animals tried to eat them. No animals tried to attack them. Earl
wanted to be an elephant. He ran up to the last elephant and was at the
end of the line. The elephants marched across the savannah without looking
back. There were a lot of mama elephants and their little ones. Earl
didnt see any daddy elephants, just some young boys. When the elephants
stopped the one in front of Earl turned around. It ran up to the others
and they gathered to talk. They didnt want a zebra traveling with them.
Lions eat zebras and they didnt want the lions to try to eat their
babies, so they chased Earl away.
Earl was sad. He
had to look for something else. He saw some giraffes nibbling on the
branches of a tree. Earl wanted to be a giraffe. He didnt have a long
neck like a giraffe, or spots, but he did have stripes. He ran over to the
tree and tried to eat the leaves. He couldnt reach them. All he did was
grab the branches and they slipped out of his mouth and hit the giraffes
legs. They didnt want a zebra hanging around. Lions eat zebras and they
didnt want a lion to come along and try to eat them, so they chased him
All day long Earl
moved from one animal to another, but he didnt fit in. Just before sunset
he saw a girl zebra getting a drink from a wide river. He ran over to her.
She moved aside so Earl could get a drink too. Her long eyelashes moved up
and down as she flirted with him. Earl decided right then that he might
enjoy being a zebra after all!
Is that it? No
violence. No action. No song or poem? Im disappointed; however, I am
tired now. That story was so boring that its made me sleepy. Goodnight,
Mac. I hope your story tomorrow is more exciting than that one. Ian
closed his eyes and fell asleep.
stared at the stars. I cant win. He let out a sigh and then went to
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