A Philosopher Giraffe Gilberto III stood by the end of the Acacias grove and champed the sweet top of sprouts. He watched how four ropes – Yellow, Violet, Black and almost visible White – had been coiling down from the Sky Sphere’s Vault. Each rope, as a snake, had a sparkling Amethyst garb holding between their teeth. “It’s the time for somebody to play a role” Giraffe thought.
Three piglets wearing the firemen helmets jumped off the bushes. A Wolf in the white with pinky hearts trousers run behind and yelled: “WAIT! YOU. TOO. FAST!”.
The elder piglet turned around and demanded: “IF YOU TOO SLOW – YOU CANT PLAY ROUND UP WITH US”.
- Yes! Let’s play Hide and seek! – the fattest OINKER and leveled up the helmet, which kept sliding from his left ear.
- Oh, no, no! Not Hide and Seek again! It is so boring to wait till this Wolf will find us all. – The voice of the youngest piglet had been hardly heard from inside the helmet. – Pursue us, Wolf!
But the Wolf wasn’t fast enough to hum “Aoww”, as the Yellow rope wrapped around him hundred coils into a tight knot and dragged him into the sparkling grab. The amethyst smoke puffed … and the Wolf with pink trousers turned into the Big Bad Wolf, scaling his long teeth. He turned to three piglets and stared at them with his blood filled eyes without blinking, deciding which piglet he should eat first.
- A…. maybe we should stick to our Round Up, - oinked the fat Piglet and headlong jumped into the green wall of the corn field, galloping back to his wooden shelter. The White rope, looking like a thin long smoky cloud with the sparkling grab in front coiled behind.
The Wolf raised his muzzle, wet from the dribbling slobber, towards the sky: “Aoooowwwwww!”
- WAIT FOR ME! – The junior piglet shrieked beneath the fireman helmet and hopped into the green wall of corns, too. As well as the black rope with the sparkling grab.
- Gosh, Wolfe! Are you up to try to eat my brothers again?! Trying to get into MY BRICK HOUSE through that narrow chimney? How many more times do I need to spoil your grey fur in the pot of boiling potatoes, before you will realize that eating pork is harmful to the health?! And after this performance, WHAT? Are you going to beg us to nurse you and your hot ribs, too? HOW FED UP I AM WITH ALL THIS!
The Violet rope had been hanging above the piglet’s head. Waiting, till he finished his monologue – that lonely speech. Then grabbed him into its coils and pushed into the sparkling grab. PUFF! A heavy Dire Hog run out of the ball of the Amethyst’s smokes. Long Fangs curving out of the Hog’s Snout seemed ready to pin the corns to the sky. His little narrow eyes from behind his tumbled eyebrows assessed the Strength of the hairy Wolf, standing in front and dangling his grey tangled tail impatiently: „What A Big Beast!“. Meanwhile, the Hog didn‘t dared to start the fight first.
The Wolf slowly turned around and entered the crops chasing after the disappeared pigtails.
„Shoo, you fool...“ the Hog thought and jogged to his brick house by the far end of the corn field to wait till his brothers will rush in.
Our Philosopher Giraffe squinted at the sun: has it moved its eyes into the direction where the Wolf run off? Has it lightened his path with a ray, brighter than the light of the day? - Ouch! – bleated Giraffe. He just got the thorn of acacia into his tongue from the sweet sprouts he had been slowly champing. After another second Giraffe blubbered: AHA! I KNOW THAT SOMEBODY SHOULD CONTROL THESE ROPES!
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