Expert snooper Stripes has been working overtime.
Really -- I am NOT kidding.
First there is the ongoing pixie war, what with dem pixies trying to take over the Hill. And on the other hand, dem troublesome sadhus trying their tricks.
And so Stripes has been tailing them, bugging their hideouts for clues as to what they might do next.
Now the monkeys have been casting a protective eye on the lion caves. Much like the monkeys of yore once loved Lord Rama and Sita, so these langurs love the gentle and loving Lion family, and their enigmatic neighbours.
The monkey pondered a while, on what might be the best course of action. He suspected that Spotty might be alone in the cave reading an old HP book, unaware of the potential danger lorking outside.
Meanwhile the swamis were calling out to Spotty. Somehow they felt that he was alone inside (praps not knowing that had gone out as a lion cub in the moahning). One was promising him instant enlightenment. Another was promising miracles.
Now unknown to all (it seems) the lions went off as elefinks and joined the recovered elefinks on their second pradakshina. It ommst looked like a stampede on the pradakshina path.
We thought elephants had an unparalleled sense of smell, but sortanly not today. Their legendary olfactory faculties were no match for the cubses creature-changing chant. Cute lion cub smell changed instantly into cute elefink calf smell.
Insanely nibblesome cub earses changed into redicliously silky, smothersome elefink earses.
The monkey soon caught up with the herd, thanks to the clouds of dust that they raised as they stormed through the route.
Hello gentle-pachyderms, he asked, have any of you seen a small spotted leopard ?
Nope, we'z just elefinks. We have no business with big cats.
Well, Spotty's a harmless vegetarian, and leopard-colored and spotty all over, altho he's raised by a tiger, and hangs out with lions (as apropis as that may sound).
A leopard raised by a tiger!! Ha Ha! That's rich! A .... what ????? Did I hear you creck ? One lickle leopard and some lion cubs helped save a wild boar just the uddy day.
Well, there's been an attack on their cave and we aren't quite shooa whether Spotty's inside or not.
Unca Tusker, the biggest of them asked them who would help him frighten the troublesome sadhus off. Three lickle elefinks raised their trunks. And off they went, trumpeting loudly, frightening everyone in their wake.
Near the caves the swamis were exhorting each other to hurry up. The ground was shaking a bit, something was approaching. Some loud sounds could be heard, something like war-cries.
Soon the three born-again elefinks, Om-elly, Tiru-elly and Aruna-elly were running ahead of the herd.
Now the three elefinks have never really charged, or even fought anyone. Assept praps each udder for a place on Bhagavan's lap. The three felt a lickle nervous this being their forst real charge. And virtually unsupervised at that considering Unca Tusker was huffing and puffing 30 feet behind.
So Om-elly commenced what we believe was a mock-charge. He opened his maddeningly kissable elefink earses in order to look bigger (altho' it only made him infinitely cuter).
Tiru and Aruna elly went to the left and right respectively, in order to surround the swamis and block off all escape routes.
And the attack was on !!!
The swamis scattered after some screeching and hissing. Later some monkeys reported they were licking their wounds in some corner, hidden from public view.
Later, when all had gathered, Unca Tusker was heard telling everyone how he had bravely frightened off the swamis with a little help from the udders.
Barely had the elefinks high-fived when a voice bellowed from a distance.
Attention all ! I am imposing sections 141, 142 and various other sections of the Indian Penal Code (too many to be named or even remembered) on this place. No one may collect here. You are advised to return to your caves, bushes or whatever.
There has been an epidemic of lies in this area. Sharing combs and rubbing heads is declared a punishable activity until the epidemic is over!
That's such a pack of lice, whispered Tiru to his brothers. All three squealed with delight.
The elefinks tried to asplain that lice don't affeck them since they triple-stripe themselves with Vibhuti, but Uncle Krishy would not hear.
Unca Krish was quite firm that his new truck did not have enough space in the trunk. So the ellies got off (rather dismayed) and allowed him to go and holler away elsewhere.
They got onto Mum Lioness' and Unca Stripes' back and had a jolly pradakshina. Unca Stripes swayed them to and fro and the lickle ones screamed with joy. The uddy elefinks (the real ones) also had a great time.
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