Two Seconds of Fame

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Zebra was thirteen and frustrated. The herd’s ne’er-do-well tripped over a stone one morning. He limped to the watering hole. Fawns cooed. “You okay?

Zebra’s chest puffed up. “Yeah. Kicked a hyena senseless, so…”

“My baby!” Zebra’s mother gushed. “Can you believe he used to wet his bed as a foal?”

Never gloat on social media, especially when your mother is on your friends’ list.

26 thoughts on “Two Seconds of Fame

    1. mixedbag Post author

      Haha! I’d written a beautiful line about that, but I had to cut it to meet word count 🙁 Thanks for commenting, Courtenay!

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        1. mixedbag Post author

          Hehheee I bet I’ll be the snoopy mama once M is old enough to get on social media (which I hope she’ll never be! She needs to stay 4 forever!)

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          1. Asha Rajan

            Good luck with that! Kids have a knack for growing up much more quickly than parents would like them to. (My second one just started driving… I’m not okay).

    1. mixedbag Post author

      Thanks, Margaret! I was worried it wasn’t “moral-y” enough, but works for 2018 I guess 🙂

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    1. mixedbag Post author

      tee hee! I’ve unfollowed so many people that my newsfeed is full of Buzzfeed tasty videos 🙂

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  1. Carrie Houghton

    Haha! I love the funny take on the prompt. Even the moral gave me a chuckle. I enjoyed reading this!

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  2. Christine

    Ha! This is a great modern moral. The way you equate the watering hole with social media is the perfect metaphor. I do have one criticism, since you posted the badge. 🙂 It seems to me that the story was leading to a different moral. That is, the young zebra wasn’t gloating, he was actually flat-out lying. If he had actually kicked the hyena, the moral would follow more cleanly. Or if the mother had called him out on the lie in public, that might have been a little closer.

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  3. Laura

    I giggled at the moral, and Zebra’s chest-puffing. Teenagers! I’m not sure it was necessary to describe him as a ne’er-do-well, though – his instinct to boast at the fawns, and the story he goes with, tell us all we need to know about him.

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