No animal has a more distinctive coat than the zebra. Each animal's stripes are as unique as fingerprints—no two are exactly alike—although each of the three species has its own general pattern.
Once upon a time, in a deep deep tropical jungle, it was so deep that one get to hear just tranquility ,just that nothing else.Beautiful stream lazily flowing between green healthy lives.
All tropical rain forests resemble one another in some ways.
In this amazing setup is where lived a herd of Zebras,happily carelessly and merrily.All they do is eat,drink,run,run,drink,eat,run,run.The Run - fast across the creeks and streams down the hill and into the meadows.And all they do is just follow follow him,the line leader he calls himself Zack.
Zack - he thinks he has the best and unique pattern of those whites and blacks.And he states him to be the best stallion.Leading the herd,he feels so proud about that.After every meal,he starts kicking his left foot,keeping abreast and shaking his head that's when he signals that the run is all set.And the pack duly and dutifully blindingly follow Zack.
All is Well until....
One foggy dewy morning after a heart filled breakfast the herd started to run..a beautiful herd run speeding up aligning with the sunrise horizon.Zack was too excited and picked up the speed,the group was so excited when the chill wind bracing their body.The run got little overwhelming and that's when Zack stepped on it, his front left foot on the that wet slippery limestone rock ,a moment that changed his short life completely.
He wasn't able to walk or move,sat down there lame and dull.The herd surrounded him, filled with sadness.And soon the dusk dropped over the tropical land.
Zack sat there quiet, now he was able to limp around, but running seemed to be close to impossible.His immediate thoughts "who will lead the run,how will the herd have fun.Now is this called the end to all fun" and with the pain slowly settling in and with the cool moon breeze his eyes started to sunken in to deep sleep.
Next day he woke up to see a surprise.The herd was running,yes and he cannot believe his own pair of eyes.They were running even faster and he figured out that they found a new leader overnight.
That concluded,there is no one in this world who cannot be replaced all it may take is some time.
Zack spent his days limping around,he hated the very existence of himself every moment.The herd was aligning well with their new line leader and even if Zack gets well he may not be the leader again.
Days passed,and Zack was still grieving about his inability.Everyday he would look at the far away cliff and think of walking there and jump off to kill himself.
One saddest day, Zack decided to end his useless life,and had a look at the herd running one last time.
It was a hot day and the herd was super fast running with cloud of dust and smut backing them.
Zack put down his face, facing the ground started to limp towards the cliff.The sun was soaring up high and he was clear in his decision.
As he slowly lurching in the scorching sun,when he heard sweet soft voice "Uncle" ,
Zack looked back to see Molly,the youngest in the pack,he nodded to ask what.
"Uncle can you tell us how will it feel like running" and Zack looked little far behind Molly and there were all the young ones looking at him.In every zebra's life span these younger one aren't part of the run as they are too young for that.
Yes,no one but for Zack can explain how it is to be running in the herd.Anyone who had that and lost that feeling can only articulate it on how it felt.
Zack sat under a shady tree and the young ones around,he started to tell them different stories about running.
Years Passed and Zack never recovered again to run.
But.
The shady tree was renamed as Zack's Story Heaven.Everyday it was celebration time for the kids gathering there hearing him ,the way he describes the events its impossible for anyone to tune out.Every kid in the meadow grew listening to his stories, dreaming that one day they will be part of the run.
It was evening and sun started to set, setting ablaze the sky,a magnificent view.Zack stood there looking at the heard running along the horizon and he felt proud and this time right and straight from the bottom of his heart and its heartfelt.
Maggie (Molly's little sister) with her little foot steps approached and asked him "Uncle, today's session you did not end it with your awesome sayings for the day"
Zack smiled at her and both looked at the beautiful anxious moon trying to pop up even before the sunset,he looked at Molly and said
"Life may not be the same the very next moment,live to fullest your current moment.
If you do just one thing right,you are needed by someone,its all about ultimately in accepting ourselves as we are."
Smiled little Maggie and Zack felt proud.
Once upon a time, in a deep deep tropical jungle, it was so deep that one get to hear just tranquility ,just that nothing else.Beautiful stream lazily flowing between green healthy lives.
All tropical rain forests resemble one another in some ways.
In this amazing setup is where lived a herd of Zebras,happily carelessly and merrily.All they do is eat,drink,run,run,drink,eat,run,run.The Run - fast across the creeks and streams down the hill and into the meadows.And all they do is just follow follow him,the line leader he calls himself Zack.
Zack - he thinks he has the best and unique pattern of those whites and blacks.And he states him to be the best stallion.Leading the herd,he feels so proud about that.After every meal,he starts kicking his left foot,keeping abreast and shaking his head that's when he signals that the run is all set.And the pack duly and dutifully blindingly follow Zack.
All is Well until....
One foggy dewy morning after a heart filled breakfast the herd started to run..a beautiful herd run speeding up aligning with the sunrise horizon.Zack was too excited and picked up the speed,the group was so excited when the chill wind bracing their body.The run got little overwhelming and that's when Zack stepped on it, his front left foot on the that wet slippery limestone rock ,a moment that changed his short life completely.
He wasn't able to walk or move,sat down there lame and dull.The herd surrounded him, filled with sadness.And soon the dusk dropped over the tropical land.
Zack sat there quiet, now he was able to limp around, but running seemed to be close to impossible.His immediate thoughts "who will lead the run,how will the herd have fun.Now is this called the end to all fun" and with the pain slowly settling in and with the cool moon breeze his eyes started to sunken in to deep sleep.
Next day he woke up to see a surprise.The herd was running,yes and he cannot believe his own pair of eyes.They were running even faster and he figured out that they found a new leader overnight.
That concluded,there is no one in this world who cannot be replaced all it may take is some time.
Zack spent his days limping around,he hated the very existence of himself every moment.The herd was aligning well with their new line leader and even if Zack gets well he may not be the leader again.
Days passed,and Zack was still grieving about his inability.Everyday he would look at the far away cliff and think of walking there and jump off to kill himself.
One saddest day, Zack decided to end his useless life,and had a look at the herd running one last time.
It was a hot day and the herd was super fast running with cloud of dust and smut backing them.
Zack put down his face, facing the ground started to limp towards the cliff.The sun was soaring up high and he was clear in his decision.
As he slowly lurching in the scorching sun,when he heard sweet soft voice "Uncle" ,
Zack looked back to see Molly,the youngest in the pack,he nodded to ask what.
"Uncle can you tell us how will it feel like running" and Zack looked little far behind Molly and there were all the young ones looking at him.In every zebra's life span these younger one aren't part of the run as they are too young for that.
Yes,no one but for Zack can explain how it is to be running in the herd.Anyone who had that and lost that feeling can only articulate it on how it felt.
Zack sat under a shady tree and the young ones around,he started to tell them different stories about running.
Years Passed and Zack never recovered again to run.
But.
The shady tree was renamed as Zack's Story Heaven.Everyday it was celebration time for the kids gathering there hearing him ,the way he describes the events its impossible for anyone to tune out.Every kid in the meadow grew listening to his stories, dreaming that one day they will be part of the run.
It was evening and sun started to set, setting ablaze the sky,a magnificent view.Zack stood there looking at the heard running along the horizon and he felt proud and this time right and straight from the bottom of his heart and its heartfelt.
Maggie (Molly's little sister) with her little foot steps approached and asked him "Uncle, today's session you did not end it with your awesome sayings for the day"
Zack smiled at her and both looked at the beautiful anxious moon trying to pop up even before the sunset,he looked at Molly and said
"Life may not be the same the very next moment,live to fullest your current moment.
If you do just one thing right,you are needed by someone,its all about ultimately in accepting ourselves as we are."
Smiled little Maggie and Zack felt proud.
4 comments:
Wow.. Very different attempt..
Very good attempt ..
I loved the tempo rise and mellowing down
Wishing you most and more in this
Wow... Very motivating, mind capturing story :)
nice man... :) :) :)
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