WHEN the tigers sat at the table, the cup of the transparent bottle thumps, then Tacitus spirit came out purring the words: "In vino veritas, in aqua sanitas." The cub asked what does that mean. So the tigers sang the lyrics: in your hand is a glass of gin or wine, pour more water and slice the lime, laugh till the heart burst out, for no tiger's face shall pout, if wanting, bring out cash, then the youngest will dash. After a moment of laugher and singing, deafening silence filled the room. The cub took advantage of it and proposes the taking out of the queen using all disenchanted paws. If that doesn't work, the sparrows in the east covertly fly to peck at her and dropped the most odorous bomb shits among all animals to the lion and hyenas cave.
Alas, an enlightened tiger came out and spoke: in all the years of wandering in the kingdom, I never heeded this kind of pitch. It is promising, yet even if we succeeded in piping up the tune-all our efforts lead to nothing. But how, asked the cub. The enlightened tiger continued: the empire will just send the spare and we do not know if the replacement is better or worst. In this kingdom, no tune is perfect except the word "perfect," chanted faultlessly.
Now look at the lion queen, we all knew of her constant fluctuating decisions and stand-offish attitude in any blames, even if all evidences lead to her door. In one occasion she said: we only have one supply of deer meat. But contrary, she showed a paired of right footed limb. We all knew of her pretentious attitude, but I tell you she is not that happy, discerning the fact that every tiger, know her venality.
The cub then stood furiously and inquired: so what shall we do then, we just stand and watch the trees, feel the wind, admire the delightful day or pray to the divine for a wonderful miracle thing to happen? No said the boldest tiger. We laugh or make our life happy till the fall of the kingdom comes and the tutelage of the piglet sinks.
You see, it doesn't matter who sits in the throne, what matter most is our ability to be happy in spite of adversities and misfortunes. When the queen ordered every tiger to dance in the ground for the amusement of the piglets, we blindingly followed to her delight. Not out of respect to her or the hyenas, but to make our moments enjoyable by teasing those tigers who cannot sway to the tune. They, who can't stomp because the feet are both left-legged, or cannot bear the ignominy of swaying, shall bring Tacitus bottle or roast the eels. Every perceived failure of the queen is happiness.
"Do you mean, there is happiness in someone else's misfortune?" the cub asked. No said the shrewdest tiger, we are happy because when the divine showered things to the kingdom, the queen took it all including the misfortune. And you're so lucky because you never were, the lion king. To be continued...