Tuesday, May 19, 2020
Creative Writing about The Lion and the Flamingo
One hot morning in Sua Pan, Mr Flamingo was standing in the wetland, preening his feathers. It was the wet season in Botswana, and the overnight fall had created the perfect level for Mr Flamingo to enjoy himself. He looked at his reflection in the pool. Ã¢â¬ËOh my,Ã¢â¬â¢ he sang, Ã¢â¬ËI am the most beautiful bird there ever was. My feathers are pinker and shinier than any other flamingoÃ¢â¬â¢s.Ã¢â¬â¢ Nearby a group of female flamingos were having breakfast. They were picking through the waterÃ¢â¬â¢s bed, searching for shrimp. They had all heard what Mr Flamingo was saying. One of them broke away from the group and walked over to him. Ã¢â¬ËYou really should try to keep your vanity under control,Ã¢â¬â¢ she said. Ã¢â¬ËOne of these days it will get you into trouble. There are more important things in life than your feathers.Ã¢â¬â¢ Mr Flamingo laughed. Ã¢â¬ËMaybe to you, Mme,Ã¢â¬â¢ he replied. Ã¢â¬ËBut then you havenÃ¢â¬â¢t been blessed with good looks like I have.Ã¢â¬â¢ The female flamingoÃ¢â¬â¢s feelings were hurt. She turned away and walked back to her friends. Mr Flamingo laughed again, and returned to admiring his reflection in the water. Later that day, the other flamingos had moved on to another pool. However, Mr Flamingo had stayed in the same spot. He was still grooming and preening, ensuring that every feather was laying just right. He heard footsteps padding towards the water. He looked up and saw a lion standing by the edge, watching him. He was about to fly off when the lion spoke. Ã¢â¬ËDumela Rre, good day Sir, Mr Flamingo,Ã¢â¬â¢ said the lion. Ã¢â¬ËDid you know that you really have the most beautiful feathers?Ã¢â¬â¢ Mr Flamingo smiled. Ã¢â¬ËWhy are you here all alone?Ã¢â¬â¢ continued the lion. Ã¢â¬ËYou must have lots of friends, being as handsome as you are.Ã¢â¬â¢ Mr Flamingo shook his head. Ã¢â¬ËI think they are all jealous of me. They tell me I am vain.Ã¢â¬â¢ The lion laughed a roaring laugh. Ã¢â¬ËWell of course they are jealous of you,Ã¢â¬â¢ he said. Ã¢â¬Ëthey are all ugly compared to you.Ã¢â¬â¢ Mr Flamingo laughed as well. Ã¢â¬ËYes, I suppose youÃ¢â¬â¢re right.Ã¢â¬â¢ The lion sat down and inspected one of his paws. Ã¢â¬ËNow, Rre, I am part of a choir,Ã¢â¬â¢ he said, Ã¢â¬Ëand we are performing the Kwasa Kwasa next week. We are looking for someone to dance for us, and I think you would be perfect.Ã¢â¬â¢ Ã¢â¬ËMe?Ã¢â¬â¢ asked Mr Flamingo. Ã¢â¬ËWhat makes you think I can dance?Ã¢â¬â¢ Ã¢â¬ËOh do not be so modest,Ã¢â¬â¢ the lion replied. Ã¢â¬ËYou must be able to dance with those long and elegant legs. Why donÃ¢â¬â¢t show me? Do not be shy.Ã¢â¬â¢ The lion started clapping. Ã¢â¬ËCome on, dance to the rhythm!Ã¢â¬â¢ Mr Flamingo grinned. He arched his neck and started moving his body in time with the lionÃ¢â¬â¢s claps, lifting one of his feet and then the other. Ã¢â¬ËExcellent, Rre, excellent!Ã¢â¬â¢ The lion shouted. Mr Flamingo smiled and carried on, shaking his tail feathers as he danced. Ã¢â¬ËYou are wonderful, Mr Flamingo,Ã¢â¬â¢ the lion said, ceasing his clapping. Ã¢â¬ËBut I want to really see you dance. You should come out of the water so you can move properly.Ã¢â¬â¢ Ã¢â¬ËNo,Ã¢â¬â¢ replied Mr Flamingo. Ã¢â¬ËI should really stay in here.Ã¢â¬â¢ Ã¢â¬ËBut you can only really dance on land,Ã¢â¬â¢ he said, Ã¢â¬Ëand, if you come out, I could teach you the Kwasa Kwasa.Ã¢â¬â¢ Mr Flamingo looked at the lion. Ã¢â¬ËButÃ¢â¬ ¦ wonÃ¢â¬â¢t you eat me?Ã¢â¬â¢ The lion laughed again, showing a wide mouth full of shiny teeth. Ã¢â¬ËOf course I wonÃ¢â¬â¢t eat you. YouÃ¢â¬â¢re far too beautiful to eat. Ã Besides, if I ate you, I wouldnÃ¢â¬â¢t have anyone to dance for my choir.Ã¢â¬â¢ Mr Flamingo raised his head. Ã¢â¬ËDo you really want me for your choir?Ã¢â¬â¢ Ã¢â¬ËOf course, Rre! There is no one in all of Botswana as beautiful or as elegant as you.Ã¢â¬â¢ Mr Flamingo smiled. Then he stepped slowly out of the water and onto dry land, where the lion was sitting. The lion stood up. Ã¢â¬ËWonderful. Now let me show you how to dance the Kwasa Kwasa. Come closer.Ã¢â¬â¢ Mr Flamingo stood still. He still wasnÃ¢â¬â¢t that comfortable being this close to a lion. Ã¢â¬ËDo not be afraid,Ã¢â¬â¢ purred the lion. Ã¢â¬ËShow me those long pink feathers. My goodness, they are glossy.Ã¢â¬â¢ He held out his paw. Mr Flamingo chuckled. He thought the lion must be a very clever creature to have noticed his beauty this well. He held out his wing and put it into the lionÃ¢â¬â¢s paw. However, as soon as he did so the lion growled. Then he pulled Mr Flamingo towards him and ate him up. Ã¢â¬ËOh what a silly bird,Ã¢â¬â¢ the lion said to himself. Ã¢â¬ËStill, his vanity has given me a nice full stomach.Ã¢â¬â¢ Then he walked back to his den for a nap. Soon all of the other birds came to hear what had happened to poor Mr Flamingo. The Kwasa Kwasa remains a popular element of dance culture across Botswana. However since since that day, if a flamingo in the country sees or hears it being implemented, he will always be wary of the performers.