FC: Geranne's Folktale | 2012
1: This is the story of how the ostrich got it's long neck.
2: Mr. Ostrich was a calm minded, serious husband, who was always willing to assist his wife in her family duties. "My Dear", his wife said to him one evening, when their large clutch of eggs seemed almost ready to hatch, "your black feathers can not be seen in the darkness, so will you guard our eggs by night, and at the same time keep them warm?"
3: To keep their precious eggs safe from the dreaded fires that swept across the plains, the two birds had carefully scratched away a broad band of dusty earth in the grass round the slight hollow that was their nest. On the whole they were a happy pair-although from time to time the husband had disapproved of his wife's high-spirited ways. At this particular time, she should behave more sensibly as she had her eggs to look after. He wriggled his massive thighs on the ground as he had seen his wife do, to shift the position of the eggs so that they lay more comfortably in their bed, and settled down to his long night's wait.
4: It was full moon. The silvery light shed strange shadows and threw up ghostly figures among the surrounding mounds of earth. His head was beginning to nod with weariness, when he became aware of his wife's hissing laugh. He was wide awake in a moment. Straining his short neck to it's limit, he saw her dodging in and out between the termite-mounds in a wild game of hide-and-seek with a handsome young ostrich in hot pursuit.
5: He half rose from the nest - but sank down again with a sigh. He dare not leave the precious eggs, whatever the reason. What if they were to grow cold while he went to tell his flirting wife what he thought of her disgraceful behavior? He settled down again with a feeling of annoyance, but strained his neck further and further, to try to catch sight of her as she dodged and raced between the termite-mounds in the moonlit night.
6: From time to time he did catch a glimpse of her, and heard her foolish giggles, and each time that he did so, he strained and stretched his neck trying to see further and yet further between the nearby termite-mounds. At last , the long night came to an end. As it did so, his wife appeared out of the gray distance to take over her duties once more.
7: Don't think: Look! -Ludwig Wittgenstein | The ostrich rose stiffly about to confront his wife but as he rose he noticed how stiff his neck felt. Mr. Ostrich looked down to see his feet were at a far distance.
8: Mr. Ostrich looked up at his wife and grabbed her neck out of vengeance stretching her neck out as well.
9: And that is why the ostrich has a long neck- a lasting memory of a flighty wife and a vengeful husband.