He stands there,
ears as long as his snout,
big mouth adorned with equally big buckteeth.
Coat grey and brown from a fresh layer of dirt.
Braying his obnoxious shrill rhetoric with fierce indignation.
Noting everything that's been done, to him, around him but never about him or for him.
Telling the royalty of the jungle everything he sees wrong with the leader of his herd
and offering the weak to survive another day.
The ass attacks the leader of his pod,
because he doesn't like the laugh of the sly hyena.
Repeatedly kicking and biting. The hyena attacks back with his guerrilla's warfare.
The hyena asks the ass to stop his madness but the
donkey can't hear over his own cackle.
Whist a humble meerkat watches the ass be an ass.
Doing what asses do. Playing the jester so as not to
bring attention to his piercing whit.
The meerkat even lobbies the court in the ass's favor
only to hear his name uttered by the asses lips, again
and again yet the peacock 's not...
Incomprehensibly to the ass, the meerkat and ass's pod dawn
the best wisdom they can. Instead of turning him in they
walk him to the stream of wisdom. He looks in and sees the
only ass in the herd is him.
