The smoldering embers slowly died in the stone fire pit, as the man with the round glasses was wondering why the striped giraffe in front of him was indeed striped. Without taking his bespectacled eyes off the rather odd creature in front of him, the man tossed what was left in his small, metal, cup onto the embers, which went out with an angry hiss. The man put the cup onto the ground, between him and the giraffe.
The giraffe shyly lowered her head, and inspected the cup, first with her left eye, then her right, followed by her nose, and finally by her tongue. Satisfied that it was indeed what it appeared to be, a small, dull, metal cup, she raised her head as shyly as she had lowered it. There was a rustling in the bush to the left of them. It continued for a moment, and then stopped short. The man and the giraffe were both fixated upon the bush, as if they were both expecting something, or someone, to come waltzing out of it. And as a matter of fact, something did.
An averaged sized calico cat wearing a dusty brown waistcoat and a small, gray, top hat with a brown feather stuck in its brim, parted the brush with both hands and walked out nonchalantly on its hind legs. In small black letters on the right side of it’s waistcoat, above the breastً, read the word “fine.” Upon the cat’s arrival the man picked up the small, metal, cup, and said
“No, I’m not.” said the giraffe. “I’ve been here the whole time.”
“I wasn’t talking” he paused “to you.” said the man.
“I was talking to him.” The giraffe looked about sheepishly and then said
“I see. My mistake.”
” Yes it is.” said the man.
“You’re late.” the man repeated, returning his attention to the cat.
The calico walked over on his two hind legs and sat down on the stump to the right of the man, so that he was in between the man and the giraffe. “I know.” the calico uttered with a sense of nonchalance. “Naturally.” the giraffe muttered under her breath with a hint of disgust. The man sighed deeply, shaking his head and gently patting the calico on the back. The calico reached inside his waistcoat and pulled out a few bits of kindling, and a match. He lit the match and tossed it into the fire pit, with the kindling close behind. The fire resumed.