A random journal/blog/diary with poems and lyrics, many about NAMES - my name, your name, and other names. Also, a diary of journeys we go on in our thoughts, actions, deeds, and beliefs. The genre 'Random' fits this work perfectly.
The idea for sha...
This part shows how random this 'work' here on Wattpad.com really is! I've spent the past 3 days searching for a file that is needed; it was created back in 2014 and was a church brochure which must be updated and the original file was needed to recreate from it. I can't find it anywhere - it must be in the files that were lost when my computer crashed back then. Most of the files were retrieved, and this short story was one of the retrieved files. I've edited and updated it:
The Short Story with a known 'moral':
The Man-Eating Tiger
Sheba and her brother stalked the great cat. She kept her brother's illusive form in her peripheral vision as he glided like a shadow from tree to tree. She knew her movements were more stilted than his but felt rewarded because the huge animal was thus far unaware that it was being hunted. The hunter was going to be caught this evening, and before sunset, Sheba determined.
As if the man-eater read her thoughts, the great cat paused. Her ears turned backwards and her long tail twitched and flicked. Then, foot by foot, she resumed her slow walk. Her stripes blended with the deep shadows of the undergrowth.
Sheba and her brother moved closer and closer. The great cat had fed on a fawn, eaten the whole thing, bones, fur, everything. She was likely taking a stroll home to her lair, wherever that was.
We'll have her before she gets home, Sheba thought.
They were still down-wind from the creature, now close, almost too close. This animal, even with the wind blowing into her face, would soon sense their presence. Sheba nodded across at her brother. He would want to take first shot with his bow and arrow. She saw him raise it, and her thoughts rejoiced in triumph. Great would be their reward for the slaying of this man-eating predator. How many children had been stolen and eaten from villages that circled the jungle-like forest was anyone's guess.
Beautiful little children, just able to walk, taken, never to be found again. This creature never left a thing when it dined. Bereaved mothers, fathers and siblings had nothing to bury, nothing to give them closure. This evil cat was already dead in Sheba's eyes.
Just as Leon released the arrow, the cat crouched. The arrow whistled over the head of the creature. With an angry howl that sent chills down Sheba's spine as she raised her bow, the animal, leapt forward.
Too fast for Sheba's arrow, it sensed it as it flew near, protested with a shrieking roar, and disappeared.
Leon and Sheba returned home, knowing they would go out tomorrow to hunt this evil creature. And she would be wiser and more cunning than today.
The king's reward and the accolade of the kingdom was not to be theirs, not yet...
The moral so far, is from age-old wisdom - Don't to count your chickens before they hatch.
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"Come now, you who say, "Today or tomorrow we will go to such and such a city, spend a year there, buy and sell, and make a profit"; whereas you do not know what will happen tomorrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away." James 4:13-14 NKJV
If you've have a taste for more 'Tiger Story', please do let me know in a comment, thanks.
