Tales from a Team Lead

...she lays down and think. Little sheep jumping over the fence. Growing with each jump. One grows up with a colored fur, few grew up with glasses. A couple more with tin foils on their mouths. One jumps in glee with a crown, and the other a scarf and a tiara. Ten. Ten sheep moving about.

TEN. Ten and a half hours of the day spent at work. An hour for traveling. Half an hour for walking. An hour for bathing and fixing yourself. Four to Five hours of sleep. One and a half hours of thinking or writing or reading a book or all three, a couple more hours for blogging. An hour of eating divided into three. Half an hour to keep your room or house tidy. An hour to talk to your friends or family, or a stranger. Sum it up, 24.

Have you done something good for yourself today? Have you done something good for others today? Is it true that how you spend your day would reflect how you spend your life?

Here's one last thought to ponder upon:
"We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give." ~ Winston Churchill

One sunny morning, amidst a flourishing forest of figs,
a bunny came hopping~ beneath the due drops of the trees.

Poor tired bunny
skipping hopping passing by,
thinking dreaming of her cozy burrow
beneath the green grassy fields where she could lie.

A night of digging carrots
for her baby kits waiting at home
talking to other rabbits from far across the globe.

While on her way to her borrow
poor tired little bunny
slip slide down a hole!
And broke her chin and broke her toe!

But oh scary big rabbits!
from the carrot digging fraw
do not wanna help o'ur -
poor tired little Zoe!


And Zoe the bunny went bleeding sobbing
to hug her little kits.
As sun down and sun up
and countless night of sore passed by so quick.

"I cannot lay here and do nothing!"
thought the poor weary little bunny,
so off she went back to the forest
the flourishing forest of figs!



She went there and peeped
almost begging sincerely asking
for the carrots that is rightfully hers
and hers only for keeps.

Alas! The scary big rabbits!
outside the carrot digging hole
was waiting for her to knock on
their doors made of stone.
They kicked her out because of her
broken chin and broken toe!


You are of no use to us anymore!



So they grab her neck they grab her ears
and they hold her til her death.

And poor tired little bunny was nowhere to be heard of since then.

~THE END (?)~




"The Tale of the rabbit who was deprived of hopping"
original story written, © Miss Zee, 09.10.09
Dedicated to a Fierce Rabbit named F.R.G.