Murder in the Woods

Let me enlighten you about the story of a wild forest. Of course, its dwellers were animals of all kinds but they had democracy there so anyone could be the king of the forest. Even though the animals lived like comrades yet their instinct usually took them to fighting and obviously the bell tolled for the weaker.

It once so happened that one of the comrades of a high rank was brutally murdered. Many said they had seen the wild beast from the rebel group who did the ruthless act while others speculated there was something fishy. Fox, the king of the time, was greatly moved by the tragic incident and ordered a probe into the matter. Blood spilled all over the street, the place where the incident took place gave a disastrous look so the king’s men washed away everything in no time.
Time went by and a wolf replaced the fox for the king. Because the wolf was a very close one to the departed comrade he ordered the investigation to be conducted by experts from the United Animals Organization even though it might cost a lot. Whereas there were many contradictions about the wolf’s personality, the way he came into power using crutches and despite the speculations of his own involvement in the comrade’s murder he still insisted on a thorough investigation. A voice came from the community of ducks that always remained in water, “Your old friend had everything washed off in half an hour from the incident, what’s those investigators coming for?” But the wolf, you know, is the king of the forest and lives far away from the river where the ducks have always remained in water.

The Clever Crow

It was a hot summer day, a very hot summer day. A crow left the forest for the city in the morning looking for food. Times had changed a lot but where the kids had ‘learnt to shoot without missing, the clever crow had learnt to fly without perching.’ But it was one tough day and after the day’s long search our clever crow could only find a stale piece of bread. To make the situation even worse our poor crow was extremely thirsty by the evening and was now flying in quest of water. Lucky for him to spot a pitcher with some water in it. Unfortunately, however, the level of water in it was too low and our crow’s beak could not reach it. Suddenly, our brilliant crow hit upon an idea and started collecting pebbles. With the beak wide open, dying with thirst and breathing hard out clever crow started throwing the pebbles in the pitcher one by one. Soon the water level had risen enough for our crow to drink it. Tough day, just as our crow was about to drink water the pitcher broke with a bang injuring one of the crow’s feather with water spilled on the ground. A kid had fired a pellet at him from behind a window. Tough day. The moral of the story is that if you are capable of coping with a situation aptly, it doesn’t mean that you can deal with any situation with equal brilliance. While your genius may lead you out of a trouble unknowingly you might be putting yourself into a greater trouble. But that’s the way of life and it sometimes tests you.