“What did you eat this morning to be fit?”, the frog asked the grumpy bear.
“Well, the usual,” said the grumpy bear, and dashed off, of course not wanting to say that he had eaten a lot of magic mushrooms. Magic mushrooms were on a list of things that you were not allowed to eat beforehand. They weren’t really tasty, but they made you go faster and you could keep that speed up for a longer period of time. However, the hare had discovered that they could also be dangerous.
The swan, who had at one time been in the lead and the first to conquer a long, high hill had, just before the summit, fallen, totally weak and faint and powerless. Some animals said it was only due to the summer heat and the effort, but the hare had seen him eating a lot of magic mushrooms, spurred by the wasp, who kept saying that it would make him win.
“What do you think of the magic mushrooms?”, the hare had then gone to consult the cheetah.
“I’ve experienced more often,” the cheetah had brought up, “that they seem good, but actually are very bad.”
That is how it came to be that they were banned.
The three weeks always ended in the large open space. For the last time giving it all you’ve got in eight raging rounds around the magnolia. The otter was good at, in all the hustle and bustle, being in the right place for an explosive final sprint. Not that he won every time; he just as often finished second, but the mood of the otter did not suffer from that, he was always up for a joke and a bit of a show.
That day had two winners. The first one to finish around the magnolia and the one who had done best when all three weeks were taken into account. That winner received a big, yellow garland and great applause. This year, it was the grumpy bear, who in fact, had won the yellow garland many times.
Then there was a party. The river hog belted out his songs and they drank their best velvety-vintage, telling each other tall tales about what had happened during the grand tour, this year and in ancient times.
The giraffe had mixed feelings about it all. Great, so much festive togetherness and you got to see some forgotten far corners of the animal forest in those three weeks. But the thing with the magic mushrooms bothered her. Why did some animals still eat them, now they had proven to be unfair and dangerous? That was detracting from the fun of the grand tour, right? But she was not the only one who suspected the grumpy bear of having eaten them anyway.
Suddenly, something dawned on her: Could it be that some animals didn’t care about that? That for them winning was more important than fun?
This was a new thought for the giraffe and one that was strange to her. For her there was nothing better than togetherness in healthy honesty.
“Too bad if it is true”, she muttered and started thinking about it again, hoping it would turn out not to be true after all.
Read more fables and get to know the animals’ characters in my book that is published by BoekScout
The book is bilingual: Dutch-English
HOE HET ZO GEKOMEN IS / HOW IT ALL CAME TO BE
psychologisch fabels / psychological fables
*As in all fables, the stories mirror human behaviour. Through the animals’ characters, we actually look at ourselves and our society. The fables are contemplative, yet vivid and quite humorous.*