F U N
It seemed to be an ordinary day until I noticed
a pair of eagle eyes burning a hole in my back.
It looked like they were sharing a private joke
amongst themselves, being kind enough to
constantly point at me. As I stepped out of my
neighbourhood, stretching against the tree
trunk, the snickering of the fellow rabbits hit my
eardrum. Reaching my last nerve of patience,
I realised the humans were at it again – making
some random funky tunes and surprisingly
becoming famous. Turns out they made a song
that was light heartedly mocking at my silence
within my own society. These comedians seemed
somewhat familiar now that I recall. On my way to the barn, I nearly bumped into
the boastful horse which sheds light on another
problem with the song. I do not know how to use
human appliances. Also, how could I possibly
use Morse code with another animal that is not
familiar with the human language anyway?
So, no, I do not communicate with Morse
code with anyone, let alone the horse. I hope
that adequately answers to the question the
comedians asked in the song.
A couple of days ago on my regular path route
to the barn, I noticed the precious sleep of my
friends being disturbed by the annoying bell that
always hangs around those moody cows. These
humans must have mistaken that for something
as my voice, which is not at all true! Come on, the
only time I would say “ring ding ding” would be to
lure some vulnerable cows towards for supper. Uploading a remake version, the South Koreans
bestowed my ancestors and me with ultra
superpowers so as to resemble their legendary
monster “Gumiho,” the mythical 9 tailed demon.
A few steps away, the baker and his wife seemed
to be having an audible quarrel. I constantly
heard one word over and over again: “hate”.
Out of boredom I tried making a beat out of it
and there you go, the comedians come up with
“hatee hatee hatee ho”. The lyrics do not seem
logical at all. Why is it that my tranquillity isn’t
sacred? Coming up next on my list is “ka-ka-ka-
ka-kaka-koww”. Crows make that sound don’t
they? Don’t humans hunt often? How daft can
these silly creatures get?
Then the East meets the West. I was relieved
enough to think it was only these two comedians
with poor interpretation skills but boy was I wrong.
Honestly, will they ever stop? According to these
humans, I am a guardian angel and a Gumiho
at the same time. Being a demon yet an angel,
I would be guiding your mind towards the gap
between heaven and hell since I would not know
if I should be guiding you towards the bright side
or the dark. But then again, humans – they never
know what they want, never are they satisfied.
Even though I am enjoying this momentary
fame, I still find it silly about how suddenly their
ignorance to my presence reside. Humans will
never seize to amaze me.
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