A Fable by: THE PROJECTOR

A lone crow flies over a great plain. The plains are obscured and isolated, but he has flown over them enough to know the land. A few bushes have begun to grow here. The bushes that grow here bear fruit plentifully and can be regrown easily by their fruits. The crows of the field have learned to regrow the bushes, and so the days are long and bountiful. Many days pass on the plains for the lone crow, playing with the other crows and eating from the different bushes. They were good times.

Time continues to pass, and more crows find the plain. More time passes and ravens find it, initially believing it to be a plain of ravens. Then a flock of mockingbirds migrate one day after their home experiences a drought. From here the quiet isolated plain becomes a wild cluster of many birds. The crows are glad to be in good company but are overwhelmed as well. They continue one, busier than ever, however, and plant bushes wider and further than ever before.

Meanwhile, the rabbits from many fields away are in need of shelter. They move quickly and quietly to a small corner of the field.

The birds adapt to this new threat. They learn to eat quickly or to rotate between locations. The days are still plentiful, but it’s not as fun as before. Time passes…

Far away a lone crow flies over a hilly riverbank. The hills are obscured and isolated, but he has flown over them enough to know the land. A few bushes have begun to grow here. Time passes…

Occasionally every other cool afternoon, somewhere between the plains and the hills, the birds in their hectic travels meet in the branches of some tall otherwise unnotable tree, and, for that brief moment, they play together as they once did in times long gone.

Events continue. The rabbits become abundant. One day jackals start strafing the field. Then the floods come with boars and hippos in it’s wake. As the boars leave, the lions move their pack in. Then the weeds start to grow. Then the drought looms. The days grow more dangerous and nowhere near as bountiful. A great scattering inevitably happens. Birds, crow and mockingbird alike, stay or leave. Time passes…