many of you know I have a deep fasination with mentioning zebras randomly, well I do the same thing with the moon on occation. and a while back soeone challeneged me to prove that the two were in fact related in some way. So I wrote this story to prove it. bear with me there are some typos and I have posted this before but someone asked me to post it again so I am. That and its been a while since my last updatye so I figured I would update again. Well the story of the Zebra and the moon is an ancient story dating back to a far distant time long long ago in Africa, it begins in the plains of African where the Zebra lived in constant fear of the surrounding dangers such as lions and hyenas and other predators that lurked in the savage plains. Now in those days the Zebra had no stripes they were white as snow, but seeing as there is very little snow in the African plain lands that did them very little good. It made it so that they could be seen for many miles and so that their enemies could find them with ease. The reason they were all white was because of a curse that was cast upon them by the great farmer people of Africa. It all started because the first of the Zebras were always eating their crops, so the farmer people cast a curse on them changing them from a beautiful shade of brownish gold to pure white. Now in the years that followed there came about a wise old Zebra who ruled over the Zebras with wisdom and prophesy. He spoke of a hero who would arise among the Zebra people to save them from their horrible curse. Then one day the Zebra village was attacked by a pride of lions and all the Zebra's who could flee did so leaving the poor elderly Zebra to die at the hands of the lions. All Zebra-kind mourned at the dieing of the elder Zebra, but not all hope was lost for there was one young Zebra in the prime of his life who when he heard of the dieing of the elder Zebra swore that he would go on a quest to find a way to counter the curse of the Zebra people and lift this horrible burden of fear and terror from their backs forever. So he left the town of the Zebra's where he had lived his whole life and embarked on an adventure that no Zebra had ever embarked on, a mission of danger and mystery a journey of unmatched proportion in the Zebra world. On the day he embarked he remembered the last words of the Elder follow the light it will guide your way when you are at your darkest hour. With this in mind he embarked and decided to travel toward the setting sun, traveling by night so as to hopefully avoid the worst of the predators. On and on he traveled, day and night became as an endless cycle never changing before his ever watchful eyes. Then one night something changed he looked up and saw a forest not just a little stand of trees as he had seen occasionally in the immeasurably huge grasslands, but a vast rainforest that filled the horizon with dark green, he moved forward with anticipation hoping that this forest would hold the answers he craved. When he got there he entered into it but quite quickly became lost in the undergrowth. He trudged forward in the muck and slime that coated the floors of the rain forest until he could no longer go on and collapsed in the moonlight that filtered down through the trees. There he laid for many hours until he heard a voice saying, “Follow the light” suddenly he realized that it was the voice of the elder. Slowly our hero arose and looked around for the source of the voice. Suddenly the shadows on the ground started moving; once they stopped they seemed to form a path of light leading into the depths of the rainforest. Then once more he heard the voice say, "Follow the light" he slowly started moving along the path of moonlight until it stopped in a clearing. The ground of the clearing was covered in the light of the moon, in the center there was a bubbling spring of water that seemed to call to him. Slowly he staggered over to the spring weakened by his trek through the underbrush and the many days and nights he had traveled the plains. Suddenly he fell and with his mouth barely reaching the spring he took a drink and that was the last thing he remembered. The next evening he awoke refreshed and ready to move on the spring water seemed to have revived him, quickly he bent down for another drink. It was the most refreshing water he had ever tasted cool and clean it sprung from the depths of the earth deep in the rain forest waiting to quench the thirst of travelers who passed along this way. He turned around to leave when suddenly he heard a voice from all around, “Young Zebra” it said, “Why have you left your home in the plains and traveled here to this distant place”. The Zebra was not afraid he spoke with courage and strength to the unseen voice, “I am here to lift the curse that has been placed upon my people”. The voice responded,”I would gladly lift the curse to assist you, Young Zebra, but alas the curse that is upon you cannot be lifted it is to powerful, however I might still be able to help you in your quest”. Our hero responded, “if you cannot lift the curse you cannot help me I seek a way to lift this burden from our backs so that we will not be killed by our enemies”. The voice answered again, Young Zebra I might not be able to lift the curse but I can still help you look at your coat Young Zebra”. The Zebra looked at his coat and saw no difference except that where there were shadows from the moonlight he could not see it so he said,” all you have done is darkened the shadows there is no difference”. “Take a step forward, and then look”, responded the voice. Taking a step forward our hero noticed that the shadows followed him they did not move from his back. Then he noticed that his coat was no longer all white it had black stripes all over it. “What good do these do for me” asked the young Zebra. “From now on your people will be wanderers they will travel the plains, you could not do this before but now your people will move as one you will appear to your enemies as one your stripes will confuse and bewilder them and at night you will be safe in the shadows”. “Thank you”, replied our hero,”but who are you that me and my people can properly thank you”. “Look up Young Zebra and see him who has given you that which you desired for your people” he looked up and saw the moon above him shining brightly in the night sky. “Goodbye Young Zebra”. The young Zebra left the clearing and made his way out of the rain forest to the plains he then followed the rising sun many days and nights back to his people. When he arrived he explained to them what the Moon had said and they rejoiced. To this day the Zebra remains a wandering people moving to where there is food and when they run you can barely tell the difference from one Zebra to the next, and if you wait for night every once in a while one of them will glance up at the moon and let out a cry of thanks. This is the story of the Zebra and the Moon Well there you have it, the reason why Zebra’s have a deep fascination with the moon, and why I am fascinated with both of them. Anyways let me know what you think, till next time people. Signed The Timster | 
