The Lizard's Bamboozle

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
A silly little story about a road-runner encounters a very smart lizard. So what could happen?

Submitted: August 01, 2016

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"Woo, Woo, Woo, Dude! What are you doing?!?"

 

"I'm going to eat you. I'm a Road-runner and you are a lizard, I eat lizards. Dah!

 

What is the matter with you, don't you see that red mark on my back?"

 

"Yah! So?"

 

Red in the natural world may be a sign of danger. You don't eat red birds do you, you don't eat red snakes do you, and you don't eat red bugs, do you? --- Well?"

 

"No, but I have never seen any of those!"

 

Well consider yourself fortunate! If  you ate one of those you may have died a terrible and painful death; a poisonous, gut-wrenching, death. --- That is a very bad way to go!"

 

"Is it really?"

 

Oh yes, didn't your mother teach you about the dangers of red stuff?"

 

"No, but she was a good Mommy, so watch your mouth!"

 

Oh, I meant no disrespect, but the fact is that she may not have known. If she never ran across a Red-Marked Desert Lizard, like me, then how could she have warned you about them?"

 

"That's true; it may not have been her fault."

 

"Of course it wasn't her fault, how could she have known? Look, there is a nice rattle-snake right over there, he is a lot bigger than me and I'm sure a lot more filling, so why risk it, go eat him."

 

"Rattle-snakes are dangerous and fast."

 

"What?!? --- Are you a sissy or something? Didn't your mother ever teach you the art of the hunt?

You are the king of birds, so go show that snake who's boss!"

 

"I thought Eagles were the king of the birds."

 

"Eagles are flying birds, that’s a whole different category, son. You are the king of land birds!

Can an eagle run as fast as you, can an eagle jump as high as you can? No, because when it comes to ground birds, you are king! That is why I know you can hold your own against any old rattle-snake. So, --- go get him!"

 

So off the Roadrunner went, and the Lizard ran in the other direction.

The battle was horrendous, but the Road-runner did get his prize.

The last the lizard saw of the road-runner, it was trotting across the orchard with a very limp snake swinging around in its mouth; it was not a pretty sight.

 

(Some time later.)

 

"Hay Lizzy, what are you doing?"

 

"Oh, Hi Lizaretta, I'm rubbing my back on this broken pomegranate fruit that fell from that tree; the red juice does wonders for my health.

 

D. Thurmond / JEF  ---  07-30-2016


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