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I had to write a fable (with a pun for the moral) in creative writing and figured I may as well post it here
Lenny the lamb was a starry-eyed dreamer, who was always finding new ways for his curiosity to get him into trouble. One day Lenny asked his mother, Sherry Sheep, if he could go out to the savanna and frolic and play with his friend Thompson Gazelle. Sherry though about it for a while and eventually looked into her son's longing, innocent gaze and she caved.
"All right dear, you can go and play with Tom. But be careful, don't get hurt, and whatever you do don't stay out past sunset. Hear me Lenny? I want you baa-aa-ack here before night fall." She said with a stern look and a gentle nudge.
Lenny smiled at his mom, thanked her and ran out the door at gale speed. Once at the savanna, Lenny and Tom played, and frolicked. They were having a grand time, so grand that Lenny lost track of his time. Before either of the two knew it, the sun was swiftly setting behind the golden planes of the savanna.
"Sorry Tom, I have to go, if I'm out past nightfall mom will ship me off to the slaughter house." Lenny said as he skipped away. Lenny was a good ways home when he heard the noise from the grassy knoll beside him. He stopped and letting his curiosity get the better of him, he walked over to look at what it was.
No sooner had Lenny walked over to the knoll than a pride of ravenous lions descended upon him. His bleating and shrill cries for help, permeated the night air, but no one could hear his desperate pleas. The lions ripped and tore his flesh with their teeth and claws. The spliced open his stomach and slurped up his organs like a macabre viscous soup, they crunched down on his young innocent face and his eyes burst generating a faint popping sound and oozing forth a yellow puss-like fluid. Blood spurted from his torn neck in intermittent, pulsating torrents; Lenny was trying to scream, but choking on his own gore. Then one lion picked him up by the neck and with a quick motion and a loud crack, Lenny's world went black.
The next morning, Sherry was looking for her son across the savanna when she came upon the mangled heap of putrid carnage and bone that she once held so dear to her heart. Sherry mourned and wept for the loss of her one and only child.
Beware: Pride comes before the fall.