I was working on part two of my devil series last night when I took a break to read some of Aesop’s fables. I’ve always loved myths and fables. The best of them come off like the best jokes, weaving absurdity with sneaky truths about reality. For whatever reason, I decided to try my hand at one. Not sure how it dawned on me (though it might’ve had something to do with my recent thoughts on
One little English major critique: if you should write a book of modern fables, give the animals their own voice...
Otherwise, I woke up one night in the tent in my parents back yard, like there was a skunk in the vestibule. My eyes burned and my esophagus contracted. I climbed out to find my 6month old puppy on her overnight leash, smelling as she had been sprayed, looking like she was sad because she couldn't figure out why that strange creature didn't want to play...
Very good! I feel like the skunk should have some small line at the end, perhaps focused on how he doesn't get why people always run. Maybe "What a frightful fellow! I guess he had somewhere to be..."
Of course, skunks know very well why their enemies flee, and only release their stinky spray on purpose (or death). Still, the story is fun!
I like skunks. They're so adorable. I used to walk a lot at night and I'd often see them. I've unintentionally passed by one very close. Neither he nor I were aware of each other's presence till we were almost right next to each other, and he seemed as eager to avoid me as I was to avoid him when we saw each other. I've never felt threatened by them or scared of them. I like them more than the racoons I also see at night, maybe because the racoons seem bolder, or maybe just because they're bigger. When I see coyotes I keep my distance, but I've never felt threatened by one. The never even take notice of me, which is always surprising to me. (I always take notice of them!) They're said to hunt housecats left outside at night.
One little English major critique: if you should write a book of modern fables, give the animals their own voice...
Otherwise, I woke up one night in the tent in my parents back yard, like there was a skunk in the vestibule. My eyes burned and my esophagus contracted. I climbed out to find my 6month old puppy on her overnight leash, smelling as she had been sprayed, looking like she was sad because she couldn't figure out why that strange creature didn't want to play...
Very good! Never underestimate your dinner 😊
One little English major critique: if you should write a book of modern fables, give the animals their own voice...
Otherwise, I woke up one night in the tent in my parents back yard, like there was a skunk in the vestibule. My eyes burned and my esophagus contracted. I climbed out to find my 6month old puppy on her overnight leash, smelling as she had been sprayed, looking like she was sad because she couldn't figure out why that strange creature didn't want to play...
Very good! I feel like the skunk should have some small line at the end, perhaps focused on how he doesn't get why people always run. Maybe "What a frightful fellow! I guess he had somewhere to be..."
Of course, skunks know very well why their enemies flee, and only release their stinky spray on purpose (or death). Still, the story is fun!
I like skunks. They're so adorable. I used to walk a lot at night and I'd often see them. I've unintentionally passed by one very close. Neither he nor I were aware of each other's presence till we were almost right next to each other, and he seemed as eager to avoid me as I was to avoid him when we saw each other. I've never felt threatened by them or scared of them. I like them more than the racoons I also see at night, maybe because the racoons seem bolder, or maybe just because they're bigger. When I see coyotes I keep my distance, but I've never felt threatened by one. The never even take notice of me, which is always surprising to me. (I always take notice of them!) They're said to hunt housecats left outside at night.
One little English major critique: if you should write a book of modern fables, give the animals their own voice...
Otherwise, I woke up one night in the tent in my parents back yard, like there was a skunk in the vestibule. My eyes burned and my esophagus contracted. I climbed out to find my 6month old puppy on her overnight leash, smelling as she had been sprayed, looking like she was sad because she couldn't figure out why that strange creature didn't want to play...
A tale for our age. The boastful lions prowling the world stage best take note….