it isn't easy being the smallest merchant in my village. but it's how I was made, and so I have to deal with it.
the air is hot and dry as we trek across the dusty desert plains, bringing our goods to a nearby town. Since I'm closer to the ground, the dirt kicks up and into my lungs. Everyone else sits high on a tall camel, while I, in my disgrace, am stuck on a dog. Shakira, to be exact. I hate this. I am no longer allowed to carry goods; I have been reduced to nothing but a thorn in our caravan's side. I fell off ONCE.
the wind was blowing hard, and my pack was heavy, ok? it could have happened to anyone...
under 4 feet. oh what a sad life i lead!
the dust over the hill picks up; please god not another sand storm! my lungs can only take so much abuse. I squint, trying to make out what's happening ahead. If only these stupid people weren't so damn tall! Something shiny flys past me and buries itself into the ground at my dog's feet. I bend over and inspect it. It looks like...
...a snowflake?
three more fly past me, and I quickly realize what they are- ninja stars! The thieves rush in, whooping and shooting their guns above their heads. and these aren't just any thieves. These are Mufasa's bunch. I consider running for it. Shakira's legs are short, though. Kind of like mine.
a horse hits us from behind. I am knocked from Shakira's back. The man steps off his horse and towards Shakira. It's Mufasa himself!
Mufasa spits on my beautiful dog, and laughs. It's a despicable sound. He draws a ninja star from his belt and moves closer to Shakira.
all the anger and frustation building within me all day comes out in this moment. I rush him, taking out his legs. Mufasa crumples, falling onto his face. I scramble up, preparing for the worst. But Mufasa doesn't move. oh the fortunes have smiled upon me! The horrible man has impaled himself on his own ninja star!
i look around and survey the damage. the caravan has completely split up, and pandemonium surrounds me.
only i keep my head.
only I spur my dog faster than ever before
and only i return and tell the story of the shortest merchant and his amazing dog.
and that's as good as any tall person could do, in my opinion.
the air is hot and dry as we trek across the dusty desert plains, bringing our goods to a nearby town. Since I'm closer to the ground, the dirt kicks up and into my lungs. Everyone else sits high on a tall camel, while I, in my disgrace, am stuck on a dog. Shakira, to be exact. I hate this. I am no longer allowed to carry goods; I have been reduced to nothing but a thorn in our caravan's side. I fell off ONCE.
the wind was blowing hard, and my pack was heavy, ok? it could have happened to anyone...
under 4 feet. oh what a sad life i lead!
the dust over the hill picks up; please god not another sand storm! my lungs can only take so much abuse. I squint, trying to make out what's happening ahead. If only these stupid people weren't so damn tall! Something shiny flys past me and buries itself into the ground at my dog's feet. I bend over and inspect it. It looks like...
...a snowflake?
three more fly past me, and I quickly realize what they are- ninja stars! The thieves rush in, whooping and shooting their guns above their heads. and these aren't just any thieves. These are Mufasa's bunch. I consider running for it. Shakira's legs are short, though. Kind of like mine.
a horse hits us from behind. I am knocked from Shakira's back. The man steps off his horse and towards Shakira. It's Mufasa himself!
Mufasa spits on my beautiful dog, and laughs. It's a despicable sound. He draws a ninja star from his belt and moves closer to Shakira.
all the anger and frustation building within me all day comes out in this moment. I rush him, taking out his legs. Mufasa crumples, falling onto his face. I scramble up, preparing for the worst. But Mufasa doesn't move. oh the fortunes have smiled upon me! The horrible man has impaled himself on his own ninja star!
i look around and survey the damage. the caravan has completely split up, and pandemonium surrounds me.
only i keep my head.
only I spur my dog faster than ever before
and only i return and tell the story of the shortest merchant and his amazing dog.
and that's as good as any tall person could do, in my opinion.
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