Zecora's Big Book of Zebra Legends

by swicked

The Tale of Chorah Mugdha

Before the time of writing, within the time of song, back when many of you here would call days dull and long.
There was a famous fruitbat... well, infamous is more true; the crafty Chorah Mugdha, the greedy bat of blue
Chorah so loved fruit, for nothing else she craved. She’d only feast and theft them; she never slept nor bathed.
But others caught onto her game and would see and swat her ‘way, but Chorah was a smart one and so stopped stealing by day.
Her fur turned gray and pale so far from the sun’s light, but there were still some creatures that also preferred the night
She couldn’t steal fruit fast- enough and bit and gnashed her teeth; they broke sharper and she realized she could drink quicker than eat
Chorah so delighted but couldn’t steal if she grew fat, so she’d take the juice back to her cave to spit into a vat
She thought herself so clever as her harvest grew and grew but she didn’t know just what a vat like that was apt to brew
And so one day while searching and lamenting all their loss, guess what the many creatures just happened to come across?
Chorah, drunk and silly, singing to the stars above and she offered them her cave, happy and full of love
The creatures tried the drink she offered, wary of being tricked, but soon they, too, found happiness as liquor got them licked!
And so they all did celebrate as Chorah learned to share and the brew taught all that sometimes one must throw cares ‘way to care.