‘giraffe no.4, leopard prints, another letter’

giraffe in!

there is a saying from moons ago, and it goes like this. there are seven giraffes. the first one has brains, and then there are six others. which has the happiest life? it is giraffe no.4.

why? no one of giraffe kind nose. our stories are passed down from old giraffe to new giraffe, and sometimes new giraffe loses the story so we don’t know all of it. then sometimes other giraffes shout at that new giraffe. but i like that each giraffe can put their own beliefs into the story. what do i believe? i just want to be giraffe no.4…

i have been bani-shed for a long time now. i don’t know where to go. at first i was upset so i tried to sneak back into the village. then one of the guards saw me and said i couldn’t cross this line which he made with sticks. so when he wasn’t looking i started nudging the sticks closer to the village with my legs, making sure i was behind the stick line. it took a long time but when i had nearly reached the village he got suspicious and turned his head around suddenly and saw me kick them. i didn’t like what he did next. but it made me angry so  later when all the giraffes were sleeping i tippy-toed back into the village and went to the museum hut because there are no giraffes there at night. it has a famous painting, it’s called the ‘leopard print’. so i stole it.  it’s famous because it has a drawing of a happy, smiling leopard in a bed of flowers. he is smiling but some think he’s actually sad. but i’m pretty sure he’s happy. i feel bad about stealing it now. it’s heavy too.

i tell you this because i saw the bird that gave me a letter before. i think it was him anyway. he was wearing a hat which said ‘post’ on it. i don’t know where he got it from, it was too big for him. it covered his whole body and when he shouted ‘LETTER’ it sounded all muffled and it sounded like he was saying ‘leopard’. silly bird. i laughed at him because when he tried to fly away he couldn’t see, so he bumped into a tree. but then i was sad because after that he flew straight into my head.

after my head stopped hurting i started to read the letter he gave me, but then i thought, i really hope that silly bird didn’t say ‘leopard’.

giraffe out!

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‘moon cycles, a loopy scientist and more letters’

giraffe in!

there is current debate about moon cycles. i say debate, but it’s really one giraffe who’s gone crazy and is shouting his crazy ideas at everyone. ‘you won’t listen!!’ he’ll say. he’s right. we won’t, because he’s crazy. we call him ‘dr. loopy’, because that’s his name…

if you don’t know what moon cycles are, i will explain. as has been known for ever, at the beginning of each day, three ‘torch-bearers’, bearing what we think must be hot fire torches, burn the moon just before it comes up in the sky, and that is what provides us with heat and light. now, when it comes to the end of the day, the moon goes down for a rest because it’s tired and its heat runs out, so for the night it is cold and dark.

well, dr. loopy says that the hot moon and the cold moon are separate objects and that they just swap over after a certain amount of time. he also says hot fire torch bearers don’t exist. i don’t know where he must have got that idea from. my mum thinks some giraffes are crazy from birth. we recently appointed a sheriff and he says that if dr. loopy comes up with one more crazy idea he’s going to make him stand by the crazy tree.

anyway, the reason i mention moon cycles today is that i keep getting letters. this week i’ve had four, all delivered by a scary pink bird who keeps trying to surprise me. one giraffe said that one time the bird had been standing on my back for at least three hours, and when i finally noticed he screamed ‘LETTER!’ at me, and then he dropped it and flew away as quickly as he could. i remember the last letter, it said ‘you have 23 moon cycles left, enjoy your freedom’, and then it had a picture of an angry centipede on it. i don’t like getting letters.

i talked about my mum earlier, well, she seems to be getting more worried, and she also seems to be getting confused as well. yesterday she gave me a pie which had poison berries in it. i was really poorly. we don’t even have any poison berries in this area. she says she got it from the ‘famous pie selling wildebeest’, i think i knew who she meant, and i’d like to say to him that he’s rude and his pies are rubbish.

giraffe out!