The story of Didy

I just don't find any interest in anything, that's why i'm here slouching in this yellow IKEA foldable chair having this thought of reorganizing all the files saved on this computer as their fragments can be found all around in the bar, on desktop... like dried leaves which have never been cleaned scattering haphazardly around the field. In the midway of operation of attempt, i found this photo that reminds me one fine evening when i was doing daily chore as usual collecting sun-dried clothes...




Yes it's a lizard, a dead one.

Wad happened to the lizard? Dehydrated due to long-term exposure to sunlight?

Noooope..

Yucky colour.. you poisoned it arr?

*Smack* There's far more better things to do than to kill a helpless creatures okay. (neway it was on the sliding roof under the sets of bar where mom used to hang and dry clothes)

A photo reveals only things on the surface, you do not know, behind this dead body lies this story actually...

There was once a lizard named Didy whose biggest desire is to sunbathe on Beach of Kokuduohitaevoirmashitomoro de BMX McEllewiishawlgurt (lizard language, i dunno wad it means but i know where izit- longkang right behind my house which i think it's a paradise for them as mosquito eaters) So on Didy's birthday, Pete, his best friend wanted to give him a surprise thus gave him a call the night before so as to ask Didy to wait for him on balcony at 5am sharp on the next day.

(the next morning...)

Didy reached there earlier than he was supposed to. Hearing the morning song of insects.... it was pitch-dark.... Didy waited, waited and waited... 20 minutes past....Pete didn't show up. Still patiently... he continued waiting for the sake of pricelsss friendship....

(6 minutes later...)

Pete(who lives far away) reached the balcony finally, was late due to heavy traffic. He was totally shocked when seeing his best friend's dead body laying right in the center of the balcony..

"Few minutes ago a cat came and 'played' with ur friend until he died..." pronounced a pigeon while flapping its wings.

There's a lump in Pete's throat, he wept, tears that rolled down slowly wet his tiny cheek, but there's no way for him to bring his friend back to life..... He grieved greatly over the loss.

Meanwhile the sun rose... the ground was lit gradually... diminishing trace of darkness which inevitably reflected the heartbreaking scenes of the cat swiping its paw at Didy.. Pete stood up, carried Didy's dead body and put it down slowly, carefully on the sloping roof... The sunlight was so luminous, warm and inviting in that particular morning, as if it was meant for Didy...

-The End-

Fable
by chen wei



Moral of the story- Be punctual!