Seated high up and cloaked by some dark corner sits a figure with vivid yellow eyes, and seems ready at the first inkling of weakness by either Elephants or donkeys, or both, he plans to swoop down and make their lives a virtual hell.
Indeed, the two bestial types have enough in their meager futures to warrant much more than to mate among themselves. This producing new bodies with younger ideals and virtuous ideas, but with such forlorn parents they all sit waiting for some evil force to brand them with hot irons.
Neither think their crap stinks, but all others who can see more of the forest from standing well away from the first line of trees, tend to wonder why?
"Why," if all want something more for their own future, do they sit grumbling and stewing about the same ole rants as had gone on for their fathers. One needs to see the future without the vale of money and gold blocking the vision. There must be something more than eating peanuts and hay!
The green eyed monster of jealousy stands by waiting to devour the first to step into his path. Many have do the same thing, whether big and gray or short and fuzzy, they all end up stepping on their dics!