The Cheetah and The Goat
The cheetah leapt across the grasslands and in its third attempt pounced on the gazelle--it shuddered, braved the attacked but breathed its last. The cheetah, ready to tear its shiny skin, was deterred by a coterie of vultures. They formed a circle around the freshly opened gazelle and waited. The cheetah, looked at them and the grey-blue sky, and walked to a nearby pond to quench its disappointment. Across the pond was a farm with goats and chickens--it was a no animal's land. The cheetah walked down the barrage of stones and stood at the foot of the farm. A bleating goat caught its attention. The conical mouth and the beady eyes made the cheetah sprint with joy. The goat was gambolling across the fence. Tempted, the cheetah moved forward. It was a prey yet he did not want to declaw its milky white skin. Its bleet sounded like the morning call of a koel. He stood, transfixed, till a brawny woman, with a ba...