Post by cheezeegriff on May 31, 2018 0:03:01 GMT
(Flatrock is a large, mostly buried rock located just behind Pride Rock. It’s surrounded by a stand of trees making it both shady and sunny, depending on where one chooses to sit. There’s even a small depression near the middle of the rock which collects rain water and provides the animals with a fresh drink during the rainy season.
Flatrock, like most of Pride Rock, is a safe meeting place for all animals of the savannah – hunting of any sort is forbidden there. It is used for many events, but while the moon is a waxing gibbous it is used as a meeting place of animals with particular skills to share. That is: pairs of talented animals will meet there to exchange ideas, whether it relates to herbology, shamanism or hunting.
Today Figgy is there to teach a particular someone how to make traps, and likewise, to learn from her in return…)
Mid afternoon, and Figgy was late. He jogged as fast as his chubby legs would allow towards Flatrock , doing his best to ignore the way the green wet-season grass ticked his sagging stomach. “Atiya’s gonna kill me,” he said to himself around gasps for air and a mouth full of grass rope. “First day and I’m late. What’s your excuse this time, Figgy? Well, I caught a gazelle in a trap right before I pulled it apart and I couldn’t just leave it there to suffer! Or for a hyena to come along and steal it after I’d killed it. So I ate it! Did you really need to eat it?” he said in a nasally drone. “Well… yes! The pride of Pride Rock frowns upon wastage, especially of life! But it wouldn’t have been wasting it if you gave it to the pride. Well, they don’t even like traps, so…”
He tripped then, stepping on the loops of grass rope he carried in his mouth, landing face down in the dirt with a groan. “Serves me right,” he thought, climbing to his feet slowly. But the trees were only up ahead, so he walked the rest of the way to maintain some dignity – which wasn’t easy when you weighed as much as five regular lions.
As usual the forum was in full swing, with teachers and students sharing their trade. Most of them sat in pairs – one teacher and one student, but occasionally there were two or three animals gathered to learn from one master. There was a jackal teaching the gerbil leap to an adolescent leopard cub, and a snake teaching hypnotism to a crocodile. Around the edge of the rock gazelles ran and pranced, teaching evasion, Figgy guessed, though as he drew closer all animals became silent and turned their gazes on him.
He walked to the centre of the stone with his head held high and his undercarriage hanging low, and placed the coils of rope down beside the rock pool before bending down for a drink. Then he lifted his head and gazed back at the animals with the same indignation they gave him.
“The trapper,” someone said, and Figgy turned around to see an aardvark with a sour look in its black eyes. Another honey badger wandered past and sniffed snobbishly.
“The brain is mightier than the claw,” Figgy said, and the animals groaned. They wouldn’t be at Flatrock Forum if they thought otherwise. One by one they turned away, continuing their chatter, as Figgy blonked down like a hippo and gazed about from above his chubby cheeks, looking for a friendly face in the mix.
Flatrock, like most of Pride Rock, is a safe meeting place for all animals of the savannah – hunting of any sort is forbidden there. It is used for many events, but while the moon is a waxing gibbous it is used as a meeting place of animals with particular skills to share. That is: pairs of talented animals will meet there to exchange ideas, whether it relates to herbology, shamanism or hunting.
Today Figgy is there to teach a particular someone how to make traps, and likewise, to learn from her in return…)
Mid afternoon, and Figgy was late. He jogged as fast as his chubby legs would allow towards Flatrock , doing his best to ignore the way the green wet-season grass ticked his sagging stomach. “Atiya’s gonna kill me,” he said to himself around gasps for air and a mouth full of grass rope. “First day and I’m late. What’s your excuse this time, Figgy? Well, I caught a gazelle in a trap right before I pulled it apart and I couldn’t just leave it there to suffer! Or for a hyena to come along and steal it after I’d killed it. So I ate it! Did you really need to eat it?” he said in a nasally drone. “Well… yes! The pride of Pride Rock frowns upon wastage, especially of life! But it wouldn’t have been wasting it if you gave it to the pride. Well, they don’t even like traps, so…”
He tripped then, stepping on the loops of grass rope he carried in his mouth, landing face down in the dirt with a groan. “Serves me right,” he thought, climbing to his feet slowly. But the trees were only up ahead, so he walked the rest of the way to maintain some dignity – which wasn’t easy when you weighed as much as five regular lions.
As usual the forum was in full swing, with teachers and students sharing their trade. Most of them sat in pairs – one teacher and one student, but occasionally there were two or three animals gathered to learn from one master. There was a jackal teaching the gerbil leap to an adolescent leopard cub, and a snake teaching hypnotism to a crocodile. Around the edge of the rock gazelles ran and pranced, teaching evasion, Figgy guessed, though as he drew closer all animals became silent and turned their gazes on him.
He walked to the centre of the stone with his head held high and his undercarriage hanging low, and placed the coils of rope down beside the rock pool before bending down for a drink. Then he lifted his head and gazed back at the animals with the same indignation they gave him.
“The trapper,” someone said, and Figgy turned around to see an aardvark with a sour look in its black eyes. Another honey badger wandered past and sniffed snobbishly.
“The brain is mightier than the claw,” Figgy said, and the animals groaned. They wouldn’t be at Flatrock Forum if they thought otherwise. One by one they turned away, continuing their chatter, as Figgy blonked down like a hippo and gazed about from above his chubby cheeks, looking for a friendly face in the mix.
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