Part 4 of 7
“I’m not dodging rhino feet!” squeaked the iguana. “I may never see my favorite
There was a pause.
“There!” said Flight. “I knew we had to flatten him out. If he’s flat then he wouldn’t
need to worry about getting trampled on.”
“Hear, hear!” said the monkey, this time much more enthusiastically.
“Is that all you say?” asked the pig.
“Yes,” said the monkey.
“No,” said the pig.
“We must attack early tomorrow,” decided the lion. “If we wait longer, the rhinos
will grow too powerful.”
“No one listens to me,” sighed the tapir amidst all the cheering.
The iguana was running in circles and mumbling, “I shall get trampled on! Oh, oh,
The animals woke early the next morning while it was still dark. It was so early
they could still see the stars. The moon hung low over the horizon, bright and full.
They started their journey to Rhino Country.
Slowly, the stars began to fade. The sky lightened to a rosy pink. They crossed
one river after another. The ground started to turn rocky.
The sun crept higher, shining brightly down a cloudless sky. At last, the animals
reached the top of a granite hill. It was very hot. They stared down wordlessly,
and then with amazement.
Below in the valley, there stood a great castle filled with many towers and surrounded
by a moat. The animals had never seen anything like it before. Assembled in front
of the castle was an entire field of rhinos. It was the invasion force preparing
“Well,” said the lion, “It looks like they haven’t seen us yet. Shall we attack?”
The tapir grunted. “It’s now or never.”