The Legend of The Malacostraca And The Flying Squirrel

“Long before the stars glimmered in the celestial landscape, roamed the Malacostraca, a creature commonly found by the shore. It was quite a malcontent with an irritating nature and a heart of a true crustacean with five pairs of legs but no matching shews to argue, gazing still at the ocean surface, watching and waiting for anything that moved on the water with pointed claws and head that slightly shaked, eyes half open as if in a meditative state.”

495px-mirelurkThe creature was often found laced in a landscape of vivid green against a backdrop of brown earth tones uncovered by the surf as it defended its turf from the monsters that lurked beneath the waves of bubbly foam as they spread across the sand along the endless stretch of beaches filled with an incalculable number of grains of sand dried by the beating sun. For the Malacostraca had a special way to mark its territory, with a sign and a gesture.

This was part of the fable passed down from one generation to the next, a fragment expressing an epic-law, its written form recently rediscovered and recounted by a sage of some mythic order in the land where Fakirs lie, on a bed of nails gazing at the stars asking: “So where’s the point?” while others walked over hot coals with bare feet, proving they could take the heat.

Such is what life had to offer idea-ted the ancient Seer, and Yet, as he lay, deep in thought, acknowledging others still sacrifice their youngest born to the god Malacostraca, “but to what end?” he pondered, inwardly confused that the last can also be the first. “Ah, he muttered, could this be a paradox?”

crabHe would often tell the onlookers in his most sought after discourse, The Fundamentals of  Cosmology that “many of the ancients claimed they saw the Malacostraca descend from the constellation of Taurus and others thought that this was a bunch of bull, because they argued, it seemed more likely that the creature came from Cancer to match its cantankerous personality.”

One day, reported the philosopher, along came a squirrel who noticed the stationary Malacostraca, one eye going right and the other to the left. “Odd…” thought Rodent, squeezing his nuts tightly, forcing himself to articulate a dialogue, asking politely: “Pardon me, which way is the forest?”

“Can’t you see what’s in front of you?” pointed Malacostraca in a crabby disposition. “Over there,” he pointed with one of his five pairs of feet, “look, a tree.”

panuornv“Well, to be perfectly honest Mr. Crab, I can’t tell the forest from a tree since I don’t know how many of them constitute a forest, any more than I know how many grains of sand are needed to make a beach.”

“Are you trying to be cute or are you as dumb as those salmon swimming upstream?” eyed the grouchy crustacean.

“Well, at least I can see straight, instead of having eyes like yours that move separately, this way and that.” said the squirrel.

“Doesn’t that just drive you nuts?” responded the crab, with a hint of sarcasm in his gesture. “One eye sees you and the other see’s that hawk up in the sky diving for its next meal…”

Before the crab had a chance to finish its sentence, the squirrel was flying high above the turf, sand and tree, as the hawk held it in its beak gliding to its nest at mountains top as Malacostraca returned his sharp gaze to the water waiting for anything that moved. For he knew that the danger was from animals beneath the surface of the water that remain unseen.

So, turned the Fakir to the audience, what is the moral in this fable?

The Squirrel And The Rabbit