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Once upon a time, on the vast African plains of the Masai Mara, there was a little lost zebra. She was only 5 weeks young and couldn't find her mama anywhere. See, what had happened, was mama zebra had crossed the fast flowing river with the wildebeest as they migrated south in their mllions. Lucky not to be dinner for the beasts lurking in the murky river, mama called to her baby from the other side. The little lost zebra frantically ran from crossing place to crossing place, not daring to enter the surging river, but the call of her mama was strong, and the little lost zebra braved the dark waters. After what felt like a long time and a lot of effort, the little lost zebra made it to the other side. But her dangers did not end there. Her mama was up the bank with the wildebeest, enjoying the sights and smells of their new home, but the bank was too steep for the little lost zebra to climb. There was one spot that was perfect, a gentle slope that was made for little lost zebras like our own. But between our little lost zebra and the path to her mama, lay a crocodile: A big, fat, scaley, cruel crocodile, large mouth already open, sharp teeth flashing, it's hard eyes fixed on it's potential dinner. If you watched carefully, you would be able to see the crocodile move forward just a few inches: greedy, braced, ready.
The little lost zebra was becoming more and more frantic, calling to her mama. Then she saw the perfect path. Being young, her mama had not yet taught her the lessons little zebras need to know, and so she had not yet learnt to stay away from crocodiles. The little lost zebra, her eyes on the path to freedom, scrambled towards the crocodile, twice her size, lying deathly still directly in her path. Closer and closer she went, until she was only a few steps away. The little lost zebra and the crocodile looked at each other. A moment passed. And then the most extraordinary thing happened: The crocodile closed it's mouth and the little lost zebra walked straight passed, stopping right next to the crocodile, as if to say "Good day", and then, without further adoo, trotted off to freedom and to her mama, leaving the crocodile lying as before on the cold river bank.
The little lost zebra was lost no more.
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Ayesha Oh Leo! :-)
erhard Thank you Helen!
imly :) made me smile and do a little tear of happyness xxx
Theresa & Pete WOW! Fantastic. love gran & grandad
jefry i saw a similar scene involving goats and an albatros!.....it ended very differently