Fable of the big-little (Fairy tale)

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There were circular rocks in this site, placed on sites, both,

Where also a couple of goats and a sloth,

Began to climb the branches of a bushy tree,

The bear followed closely with dirt making him sleaze,

Made an appetizer of the sloth, poor animal,

But this was the kids' chance and attacked, implacable,

Throwing stones and rinds at the bear,

Screamed in fervour that wanted to cover its fear.

Fendly engaged in the battle even more,

He will not be ashamed in public, used its best roar,

Both tried to scare the other, though with no success,

After a while agreed silently for a little recess.

Fendly fed a little on the surrounding cress,

On the other side, the kid looke a complete mess

And could only recover his respiration,

Using his final tool, yelled to catch anyone's attention.

Fendly was now enraged and jumped in hope of catching the lad, but it didn't work out.

The rover saw this, alarmed by the screaming,

Hidden he approached the scene in bushes teeming,

Was about to jump on that wicked monster,

But he began to imagine his own slaughter,

Ran his way uphill more terrified than ever,

Didn't knowing that that move was absolutely clever,

It gave the kid a chance,

Looking back at the Rover, Fendly was in a trance.

The end took place when the kid landed on the bear's back,

All laugh and mock,

The back of poor-old Fendly was useless,

And the teaching for him was priceless:

That human kind was terrifying and stupid enough

To kill him out of nothing! That was very rough.

When the kid stood again, Fendly shivered and ran

In its back feet, like a bare defeated man.

Now the kid slipped away in a hurry,

Not wanting to temp his luck, he rapidly scurry,

Going along the lagoon's trace,

Saw, once and for all, his beloved house.

Inside he learned that his parents hadn't notice,

Kept quiet, leaving in the woods a remarkable trace.

Not in childhood nor adultness dared enter the woods again,

Lived an anecdote so vain, but wisdom did gain.