Part 2 of 7
A tapir stepped forward. “At this rate, we’ll never finish the meeting. Animals
like you should listen to me!” he declared.
“What do you suggest we do?” asked an eagle.
“We could move to the other side of the horizon,” said the tapir matter-of-factly.
A nearby pig stopped rolling in the mud long enough to protest, “But then we’ll
lose our beautiful rainbow colors!”
No one bothered to mention that the pig was usually caked in a muddy brown.
“I think we should go on the offensive,” said an armadillo.
“And we’re all in this together,” added the lion.
“We need a good army,” squawked a parrot. “Which of us would be good for the army?”
“Skunks!” chorused a dozen voices.
“My goodness!” said a dog. “If we used skunks, all of us would have to fight with
one paw pinching our nose!”
“I get to punch the rhino chief in the nose!” declared a baby hippo.
“No! That is reserved for me!” called a baby lamb.
“Youngsters are not to be fighting,” the lion said sternly.
“Oldsters can’t fight…”
“I think we should see what the rhinos are doing,” said a fox. “Are our squirrel
scouts up to the task?”
Two squirrels in the group nodded and scurried from the meeting.
The lion stood. “Make ready…”