Post #9

Long ago, there was a naming ceremony. It took place in order to rank the animals of the world in strength. Depending on how strong they were, a different sized bow was given. The stronger the animal, the larger the bow. Now I was there when it all happened. We all came together to meet the first man. The ones above had given the man all bows and the responsibility to rank all animals. It was getting to a later hour so we all decided to wait until the next day to hold the ceremony. In the dark of the night, I forged a seemingly fool proof plan. I would stay awake and be the first to the place and be named the strongest. But trouble arose. I began to feel tired. I had to do all I could to stay awake. I then ran around the world thinking that running would help me stay awake. When I got back, I was even more tired. I lay down and fell asleep. What felt like seconds of sleep was really hours. I woke and to my surprise every one was gone! What could have happened? I ran to the are of the undertaking of the ceremony and every one had bows! The man only held one more. I padded over to him and took my bow. It was embarrassingly tiny. I slunk away in melancholy. Could it be? I was the weakest animal. Even the small frog had greater strength. But the events that followed got better.  The ones above saw my depression and pitied me. They offered an alternative for the awful bow. If I gave the bow, I would be given a greater gift than strength, a greater gift than given to all the other animals. I would be given cunning. Something I could use to mold the minds of others. Something to become stronger in the sense of control. I could do anything I set my mind to.