Early every morning all the Jungle would wake up to the distant wail<\/p>\n
‘whooooooooo meeeeeeee ? ‘whooooooo meeeee’ ?<\/p>\n
It was time for the great dance to begin. The wind would whip up to the call of “Whooooooo\u00a0Meeeeee” and the trees would begin to sway to the opening rhythms of the \u00a0thundering\u00a0tapping of the animals on the ground, to the chattering of the monkeys, the twittering of the\u00a0birds and the rustling of the leaves. Then as the sun’s rays would emerge from behind the great\u00a0mountain, it was time to stop the dance. And yet a great wail would come from somewhere in\u00a0the mountain<\/p>\n
“Whoooooooo Meeeeeeeeeee ? Whoooooooooo Meeeeeeeeeeee ?<\/p>\n
It was then time for the creatures to go about their daily business. The earthworms that were\u00a0out all night would see this call as the time to scurry home and burrow into safety, as this was\u00a0just the time the birds would wake up hungry, and even the little sparrows would look for a\u00a0delicious breakfast of a slower than normal baby worm. Animals would go around searching\u00a0for food, mothers would protect and feed their babies, young baboons would show off and fight\u00a0over pretty young things showing more of their red parts than they ought to, often admonished by\u00a0their mother’s saying ‘ stand up straight, you little hussy !’<\/p>\n
As the afternoon set in came the ‘happy hour’, where the animals would joyfully go to the great\u00a0Watering Hole. The centre of gossip where no animals were allowed to kill each other, but just\u00a0drink the cool water and trade gossip. The monkeys were the greatest gossips of all, followed closely by the twitterati of the Robins and other birds. They would tell stories to each other, but\u00a0non was more hotly debated than the the story of the Great ‘Who – Me’ Master.<\/p>\n
It is said that The Who-Me? Master was once the greatest of all Dancing Masters. It was said\u00a0that He was the most beautiful of all creatures. A Pelican radiating with the brilliance of every\u00a0possible color. It is said that when The Great Master would dance, his wings would spread out\u00a0as if an embrace of nature itself. A dance worthy of worship.\u00a0After all the Great Dance between the animals, the birds and the trees and the wind was what\u00a0kept Nature in balance. It\u2019s what kept the Jungle alive.<\/p>\n
The jungle needed a Dancing Master. The great teacher. For \u00a0how else would the animals\u00a0teach their young that the The Great Dance was what kept the Jungle going and growing? \u00a0Without the great dance the winter would not turn into summer. The great migratory birds would\u00a0not arrive with their fresh gossip from other lands. The young female baboons would not feel the\u00a0urge to love and elope with the young strutty male. The summer would not turn into spring. The\u00a0joy of a new leaf replacing one that fell in autumn would turn to grief rather than a celebration.<\/p>\n
And yet since the “The Great Who Me Master’ went, the whole jungle was no longer dancing\u00a0in unison. There was disharmony creeping in as the young un’s would not find an inspiration,\u00a0someone to follow to dance. And without the great dance, the jungle would wither away.<\/p>\n
The Master was once merely called just ” The Dancing Master”. But one day the Master\u00a0forgot how to dance. No one knew why. Least of all The Great Dancing Master himself. Tried\u00a0as he might, he did not, could not , get one step in harmony with another. He lost his smile , his\u00a0radiance, and looked around and said<\/p>\n
” If I cannot dance, then Who Me ?”<\/p>\n
The black twaterring Monkeys with their spidery claws and quick staccato speech caught in an\u00a0alphabet of 140 letters revelled in it. For they were the only creatures that did not dance. They\u00a0did not nurture the forest. They were the scavengers. They stole the eggs of the young mothers\u00a0and would watch with glee at her agony.\u00a0They plucked the little saplings that even hungry baby birds knew to leave alone. For without nurturing birth the cycle of life and nature would cease. The Great Dance would come to an end.\u00a0They were bad. And they did worse. They got the the\u00a0Great Master addicted to their wicked brew. What they themselves survived on.<\/p>\n
And so, gradually the Great Master lost everything. Filled with the poison brew. Flopping around in\u00a0his once beautiful Pelican Body, he forgot who he was, what his purpose on Earth was. So all he\u00a0would do is moan all day and night ‘ Who Me\u2019 ?<\/p>\n
Finally one day, The Great Master just disappeared. and no one ever saw him again. Yet every\u00a0morning and every night before the jungle went to sleep, there was this great moan that spread\u00a0from the mountain, across the red sky , through the shivering fearful leaves ..<\/p>\n
Whooooooooooooo Meeeeeeeee ?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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