to choose a new King of the jungle
The time had come, after eleven long years of the reign of the Peacock,
the beautiful bird, to choose a new King for the Jungle. The Elephant
had declared himself a candidate long ago but the Fox had entered
the race only now and was eager to win over the other animals…
do I get the support of all these animals?" the Fox asked his
campaign manager, the Frog from the Nilvala river, who handled publicity
matters for the Peacock not so long ago. "Promise them whatever
they want," the Frog said, his large eyes gleaming. "But
they all want different rewards in return for supporting me…"
the Fox lamented.
dear Fox, we are not talking of keeping those promises, it's just
a matter of making those promises and getting their support…"
the Frog advised, "remember, once you become king, nothing
will happen to you even if they withdraw their support…"
can you be so sure?" the Fox wanted to know. "Remember,
the Peacock promised the Wolves in Sheeps' clothing that she would
abolish the monarchy and abdicate in six months and now it is eleven
years since then and we can't still get rid of her…"
the Frog observed.
do I promise the Wolves in Sheeps' clothing this time around?"
the Fox asked, "they will not believe me if I make the same
promise..." "Let's say we will abolish the monarchy in
six years instead of six months, then…" the Frog suggested.
they also want all those deals that the Peacock and the Elephant
struck with the Tiger scrapped…" "That's alright,
we will say we will review all those agreements and mechanisms…"
you sure that will make the Wolves happy?"
"I think it will not only make the Wolves happy, it will also
make those yellow birds, those of the 'Sivuru Hora' type also happy…"
when we say all this, surely the Tiger will be unhappy…"
The Fox argued.
"Of course yes," The Frog admitted, "but I think
we have to decide whether we are to please the Tigers and try to
get their votes or whether we should please the Wolves and the Sivuru
Hora birds and get their votes…"
The Fox said, "I think the Tiger will support the Elephant
anyway because he thinks he can get what he wants very easily from
"Yes," The Frog observed, "so we might as well try
to get all the votes of those who do not support the Tiger and the
only way to do that is to agree to what the Wolves and the Sivuru
Hora birds want…"
we still have to say something to the Tiger…" The Fox
"Let us say we will meet the Tiger Chief himself for a discussion…"
"Alright," the Fox agreed, "but what of the cockerel
and all the Trees in the jungle?"
can talk to them but frankly, I think it is a waste of time because
they will support the Elephant…" the Frog said, "and
they are not your biggest headache anyway..."
do you think is my biggest headache, then?" the Fox asked.
"Why, Peacock herself," the Frog said, "now she is
beginning to do her Peacock dance and you know what happens when
she does that…"
"Yes," the Fox said, "what the other animals will
see is mostly blue with a little bit of green but not a hint of
red, and that will make them think that she is not supporting me
said the Frog as he swam away towards the Nilvala river, "with
friends like the Peacock, who needs enemies?"
The Fox merely shrugged and wrapped his purple shawl around him
even more tightly.