The ostrich is the tallest bird in the world. At least that is what it had been told. It walked on three toes with its head held high in the air. When it hatched two chicks out of two very large eggs, they tried to assume the attitude of their parent. Together they were an aristocracy of flightless African birds.
An eagle flew over. I cannot eat them, it thought, for the mother has a beak like an ax and a kick like a zebra. Still, I cannot believe that this is any aristocracy.
A pair of hyenas happened by and considered the matter between them. While one distracted the mother, the other grabbed one of the young. The mother ran over and kicked the offending hyena, who let go of the chick. But, alas, it was too late.
Where there is a conniving underclass, no aristocrat is safe.
Copyright 2013 George Lowell Tollefson