Pedagogical Project “The Joy of Reading”
The vulture in the skies, and the jackal on the ground, are very much the same thing. They both feed on putrefying remains, which other animals who are braver hunters, abandon after appeasing their hunger. This common taste for every disgusting thing unites them.
But we must not bear them ill will for it. These and other similar animals, like the condor, which belongs to the family of the vulture, or the hyena, close relative of the jackal, are essential to life. If it wasn’t for them the putrefying flesh or the dying animals would contaminate nature and would cause epidemics.
The zebra leaned her head against the soil, giving in. She glanced around with resignation, as if saying goodbye. That’s when she caught sight of a little cactus crowned with a violet flower, with full thick petals. She summoned her granddaughter.
“Blessed flower,” the old zebra said, grinding it up slowly, and swallowing it afterwards, while her tears kept rolling down her muzzle.
Then she explained that it was a very rare flower and that it had wondrous qualities. It could give the dying a new life, it could give strength to the weak and health to the ill ones. Fortunately, she had found it when she was resigned to die.
The old zebra jumped up as if she was young. She skipped, trotted, galloped and ran so much that the little zebra could hardly keep up with her.
“Maybe not, but the person who wrote it had to make a choice. A happy ending for old and young zebras can’t be a happy ending for jackals and vultures.