Chapter 1: The King of the Jungle

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Children Stories  |  House: Booksie Classic

Reads: 358

An argument began one day, in the jungle deep.

A gathering, it was decreed, the peace they sought to keep.

All were to come and gather round, by water, land, or wing.

And before the day was done, they would try to choose their king.

The mighty lion spoke up first and said, “I stake my claim!”

“When I defeat my challengers, you soon will say the same.”

“Cause of the animals gathered here, I’m strongest of you all.”

“So lets settle this right now, join me in a brawl.”

The lion glared around the group, who seemed afraid to speak.

Long seconds passed before a lone macaw, opened up his beak.

“It’s true,” he squawked, “that you may be, strongest standing here.”

“But to be king,” he carried on, “takes more than causing fear.”

“A king, you see, he must inspire us on to greater heights.”

“To make us want to be like him, soaring past our frights.”

“And so, I’m sure, if you but think, on this we can agree.”

“The choice we face becomes so clear, our king just must be me.”

The lion glared up at the bird, his face awash with shock.

When in their midst there was a stir, up stepped the peacock.

“My most gracious and austere friends, to this I must reply.”

“If inspiration is the key, the king, you’ll see, is I.”

With that he spread his beauteous tail, glistening in the sun.

And on his face, beamed a smile that said he thought he won.

A hush fell across the group, awestruck with his beauty.

When a tiny little voice replied, “That is not our duty!”

“Don’t pick your king just because he looks just like a flower!”

“We need a king, who demonstrates, he wields a mighty power.”

The animals all looked around, searching who had spoken.

Finally, they saw a small termite, with one antenna broken.

“Who do you think that you are,” said the lion as he laughed.

“What mighty power could you wield, I think that you are daft!”

“You may laugh, if you like,” the termite said with tiny frown.

“But as you laugh, my friends and I will take this jungle down!”

“You may think that you have power more than me.”

“But you’ll soon give in when I fell every jungle tree!”

That silenced them for the time as they all reflected.

Til a mouse spoke, “We need to find someone well respected.”

“Let’s ask the owl and tortoise too, they are both old and wise.”

“I’m sure the answer’s very clear, to their learned eyes.”

All eyes fell upon the owl, sitting in his tree.

“I’ll do this, and I’m sure, my shelled friend will agree.”

“This task you ask shall take much more than just one afternoon.”

“Return right here to get your king, upon the next full moon.”

The time flew by and they returned with greatest expectations.

Each animal had all prepared himself to accept congratulations.

Just then the clouds each moved aside, spilling out moonlight.

And the owl, perched on his branch said “Much to my delight,”

He began with weighty voice, “We arrived at a solution!”

“But I ask you listen to our detailed evolution.”

“So you will know exactly how we made our perfect choice.”

“So I ask your rapt attention, please silence every voice.”

“The tortoise has lived so long, with age there follows knowledge.”

“And so we sought to settle on the one we’ll all acknowledge.”

“So just what are the qualities desirous in a king?”

“Count out those and you will find, the answer they will bring.”

“Strength and power and majesty and grandeur you will find.”

“To be a king, these are those things we must bear in mind.”

“The lion is strong, macaw can soar, peacock bears admiration.”

“And ‘tis is true, the termite too, can wreak great devastation.”

“But these things, if you will pause, you’ll see are all just characteristics.”

“To find a king, the best of kings, we must seek intrinsics.”

“Not which of us can kill better, or make us worship him.”

“Nor should we settle on a king that destroys on a whim.”

“We should seek a king that’s just, that is concerned with us.”

“Our welfare should be paramount, and so we tell you thus,”

“We thought about who gives us life, and provides protection.”

“That is how we came to find, our very first selection.”

The tortoise slowly moved his head, sticking out his shell.

“We figured out,” he slowly said, “a tree does very well.”

“A tree!” the animals all cried, “Did your senses wander?”

“Oh no,” the owl replied to them, “There was more to ponder.”

“You see, a tree does very well, providing things for us.”

“But without rain, we will soon find, the tree is in distress.”

“And so, we came to the next choice,” the turtle said out loud.

“We figured out that your great king should really be a cloud.”

At this the crowd just fell apart, rolling with great laughter.

Then the owl smiled and carried on, “That’s not what you are after.”

“You see the clouds can go away with a simple little wind.”

“And so we knew right then and there, our search we must extend.”

“Because in the end when you scrutinize every single thing,”

“All things depend on other things, each will a weakness bring.”

The crowd fell silent standing there, no one knew what to say.

“But fear not,” the tortoise said, “we shall reveal today,”

“Exactly who, the only one, that deserves to be king.”

“He is the one, each of you knows, that created everything.”

“He made the trees, he brings the rain, he draws clouds in the sky.”

“He is our God, He watches us, loving from on high.”

“He sent his son down to be killed, to pay off all our debt.”

“He is the only true answer, so let’s not forget.”

“Make Him king, and live with love, caring for one another.”

“And you will find, if He is king, you will not need another.”

Submitted: September 07, 2012

© Copyright 2021 Donald Steinbaugh. All rights reserved.


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