An Inspiring Tale From An Animals Point Of View
“How warm my home feels,” I whispered, stretching my legs. There’s a delicious tingle sensation from scratching my nose repeatedly after yawning. My stomach felt warm, too, perhaps another itchy feeling that needs a different feed of satisfaction.
Slowly making my way out, the ground felt warm. My eyes also itched to the brightness of sunlight. The grass gracefully danced to the rhythm of the spring breeze and an orchestra of birds.
The wind sounded like murmurs coming from the distance bringing different smells. Mostly unpleasant, but wherever the noise came from, it was a sign that there would be food around.
Then I heard a different kind of murmur coming from above.
“Pssst…pssst,” I heard, making my ears pop up like a wide-open radar.
“Identified yourself,” I said, whispering as if I recognize the little voice above.
“Hey, it’s me. Ardilla” said the voice from the tree. “I can recognize your big ears between the grass from up here.”
“Lucky you,” I said. “I don’t have skills to climb high and see what’s happening in the distance.” “What’s going on?”
“Not much, big ears,” Ardilla said, “just waiting for the opportunity to get closer at humans to snatch something to eat.”
“Hey, I love my ears and my name,” I said, “humans call me Bunny.”
“Calm your ears down, Bunny,” Ardilla said, “You know I like to play around.” “Wouldn’t you like to play a bit?”
“Catch and run?” I asked, “get down and see if you can catch me.”
“Not bites allowed,” Ardilla said, shaking its tail.
“whoops! You call me big ears,” I said, smiling between my teeth, “look at your tail; it’s bigger than your head.”
“Haa! So, you have a sense of humor too,” Ardilla said, “I liked to see how you’re going to catch me in the air.”
Meanwhile, the murmurs from around became loud. As if humans were having fun enjoying the warm sun. We didn’t mind the noise while playing around, running after each other.
Then suddenly, we stopped and observed any leftover food on the ground. I slowly got closer smelling the air and a crumb of bread roll near my paws. Ardilla made its way down, pausing to watch, shaking its tail.
The conversations were confusing, and everything around; trash everywhere and an unpleasant smell of human waste. The crumbs kept rolling towards me, and Ardilla slowly approach and picked up a piece.
“Humans are kind sometimes,” Ardilla said, “but I don’t trust them so much.”
“I think they like us,” I said, “but sometimes they get too close, and like you said — don’t trust them too much.”
Suddenly, I felt a sense of danger. The ground began to vibrate. And with a lighting jump, Ardilla climbed back to the tree, stopping to observe and smell the environment. Within a few jumps, I hid, taking refuge in the shadow of the grass.
The ground rumbled so hard, and a loud sound broke the wind.
“Chuuuuu! Chuuuuuuuuu!”
“Big machine,” I thought. “It happens daily, only this time, it interrupted our breakfast.”
With my ears and nose on alert, I felt something creepy watching me from the deep darkness of the grass.
“Hey, lucky,” a shrilly voice said, “one of these days, you’ll end up being the barbecue of those evildoers.”
“The name is Bunny,” I said, “James Bunny,” “and I don’t trust the voices that come out of the darkness.”
“My scars are the proofs of what they can do to you,” the shrilly voice said.
“Show your face,” I said, courageously.
A large, scarred nose began to emerge from the shadows, looking at me with sinister eyes, dragging along a dry-skinned tail.
“Iuuuu!” I exclaimed with a nauseous feeling. “No wonder why they don’t like you.” “Uuuuff, you smell terrible.”
“Do you think they are good?” Scarred Nose said, “you won’t trust them anymore after they throw a stone at you instead of breadcrumbs.” “One of these days, your rabbit luck will end.”
“Get away from my friend, you dirty rat,” Ardilla screamed from the tree. “I’ve seen you causing trouble around.” “Nobody likes you.”
The rumbling ceased, and the humans left, leaving behind a great stillness and a mess.
“Now is our time,” Scarred Nose said.
We got closer and found a jumble of everything, from dirty wet clothes to damp mattresses and a mountain of empty liquor bottles. I got alerted perceiving the human smell among the garbage.
“It looks like a dead body.” I exclaimed in admiration. “What the heck happened to him?”
“It happens all the time,” Scarred Nose said in a mocking tone. “They come here, get drunk and loud, to later pass out like him.”
“Scarred Nose is right,” Ardilla said. “They seemed to have everything needed to survive in this life, yet they prefer to live in this state.”
“My sense of smell,” I said, “and my ears help me survive in this natural place.”
“My gymnastic agility,” Ardilla replied, “helps me stay out of harm’s way.”
“And I’m hated by humans,” Scarred Nose said sarcastically, “and even so, I’m the one who laughed last, dancing on top of them when they get to that state.”
“Those bottles right there,” Ardilla said, “could be the answer.”
“Every time they come around,” Scarred Nose said, “after drinking from those bottles, they began to stumble until they lose control.”
“What a wasted of life,” I thought. “being the dominating species of this planet and not being able to control themselves.”
Suddenly a figure loomed in the distance, walking towards us. We backed away safely. The human, well dressed and with a clean appearance, got near the body laying down.
“Hey, amigo,” He said with a bright smile, “are you ok?”
“I got good news for you.” “I just to be a homeless addict like you, but I chose to break out not only from addictions but from this hopeless state.”
“There is hope, and if you don’t believe it, just look at me.”
“Come with me, I’ll show you the path.”
That statement broke not only the scene, but my believing’s on human beings. They had a gift, and it was that of “Love For Each Other.”
And that’s why humans, even with their imperfections, still are the dominant species on this planet, and they even have enough space to love us (the animals in this tale.)
“I hope this tale brings hope to humans, clean and addicted, that we are our brothers’ keeper.” “And if you see somebody in need”…
“Dare to reach out your hand into the darkness, to pull another hand into the light.” And that’s me talking…Jeronimo.
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