The dawn of a zebra

In the morning, with the first beams, the black zebra, which was always slightly different, opened his eyes. But today something had changed in his eyes. He saw himself in stagnant water next to the plain and smiled.

I'm milk!

He shouted loudly and said to the breeze with his imaginary edge. The herd of zebra looked at him with surprise. But he passed by the royal pride and kicked him to whomever he approached.

He said: This plain is my land. My government has begun.

The zebra, first, with doubt, then with surprise, and finally with fear, followed it.

He used to be a colors revolution, of the original black and white, from the law of modern nature ...

But it was not long before the plain was silent. The birds jumped. The breeze smelled hungry.

The lions came. Real, frustrated, flawless, unpopular.

The king's zebra stood first. He said: I am from you too!

But the milk just looked at her.

And when the teeth reached his neck, he realized that he was never milk.

It was only a zebra who dreamed in the morning.

And the flock?

Scattered.

And the plain, just heard the sound of the dreams.

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