By Martin Tulton
They came from all over the mountain, gathering by the rocky outcrops and grassy knolls, in the crevices and on the ledges, quivering with hope. Nanny and Billy, surefooted, cloven-hooved, baa’d and grunted their greetings, gossiped their hopes.
“Sedge grass for all, I heard, with extra lichen.”
“Not interested if they can’t sort the snow leopard issue.”
The sound of a helicopter silenced them. They watched it land on the summit, gasping at the grey colossus it disgorged.
“I am one of you,” the figure declared, curling its trunk over a massive tusk, “and I promise to faithfully represent your concerns.”
Riiight. See how that works out. Heh.
Poor goats :o(
Oh wow, absolutely love this.
Guess the sheep will have to wait and see the outcome. Good luck.
Nice and subtle! Loved it.
Oh, this is fabulous–thank you!
Hmmm…. got me thinking.
Right on target! Keep up the good work. Thanks ?
^Thanks!
The scenery in this one made me think of Lord of the Flies (it had been on my mind since I had been going over some of the literature I studied for GCSE English) though with a much more lighthearted edge! Nice writing 😉