Hereis a story on how strange is life with its stranges, and it happened not longago .

Ona high mountain plain, where the sagebrush arranges a playground south of thesnow, lived a lamb with a coat of remarkable sheen, it would glint in thesunlight all sparkly and clean. Such a source of great pride that it cause himto preen. And he’d break out in high stepping dance. He would dance for hisneighbors across the way. I must say that they found his dancing “enhancing”,for they’d also join in the play.

Thenone day, something changed. The lamb lost his coat, and lived with sad.

Atthis time, a bounding-up the slope came a great American jackalope. This sageof sage, this rare hare of hope, caused to pause and check out the lamb.

“Heykid, why the mope?”

“Iused to be something all coved with fluff, and I’d dance in the sunlight andshow off my stuff. Then they hauled me away in a manner quit rough and shearedme and dropped me back here in the buff. And that’s not enough. Now my friendsall laugh to me cause that I look like ridiculous, funny, and pink.”

“Pink? Pink ? well, what’s wrong with pink? Seems you’ve got a pink kink in yourthink. Does it matter with color? Well, that’s gets nope. Be it pink purple orheliotrope. Now sometimes you’re up and sometimes you’re down, when you foundyou’re down well just look around, you still got a body, good legs, and finefeet. Get your head in the right place and hey, you’re complete! Now as for thedance, you can do more. You can reach great height, in fact you can soar. Youjust get a leg up and slap it on down, and you still found you’re up in whatcalled a bound. And I think you can do it if you get it a try.”

Soevery year, along about May, they’d load him up and they’d haul him away, andthey slave him and dump him all naked and bare. He learned to live with it, hedidn’t care.

Nowin this world of ups and downs, so nice to know there are jackalopes around.