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In the days when everybody started fair, Best
Beloved, the Leopard lived in a place called the
High Veldt. 'Member it wasn't the Low Veldt, or the
Bush Veldt, or the Sour Veldt, but the 'sclusively
bare, hot, shiny High Veldt, where there was sand
and sandy-coloured rock and 'sclusively tufts of
sandy- yellowish grass.
The Giraffe and the Zebra and the Eland and the
Koodoo and the Hartebeest lived there; and they were
'sclusively sandy-yellow-brownish all over; but the
Leopard, he was the 'sclusivest
sandiest-yellowish-brownest of them all - a
greyish-yellowish catty-shaped kind of beast, and he
matched the 'sclusively yellowish-greyish-brownish
colour of the High Veldt to one hair.
This was very bad for the Giraffe and the Zebra
and the rest of them; for he would lie down by a 'sclusively
yellowish-greyish-brownish stone or clump of grass,
and when the Giraffe or the Zebra or the Eland or
the Koodoo or the Bush-Buck or the Bonte-Buck came
by he would surprise them out of their jumpsome
lives. He would indeed!
And, also, there was an Ethiopian with bows and
arrows (a 'sclusively greyish-brownish-yellowish man
he was then), who lived on the High Veldt with the
Leopard; and the two used to hunt together - the
Ethiopian with his bows and arrows, and the Leopard
'sclusively with his teeth and claws - till the
Giraffe and the Eland and the Koodoo and the Quagga
and all the rest of them didn't know which way to
jump, Best Beloved. They didn't indeed!
After a long time - things lived for ever so
long in those days - they learned to avoid anything
that looked like a Leopard or an Ethiopian; and bit
by bit - the Giraffe began it, because his legs were
the longest - they went away from the High Veldt.
They scuttled for days and days and days till they
came to a great forest, 'sclusively full of trees
and bushes and stripy, speckly, patchy-blatchy
shadows, and there they hid: and after another long
time, what with standing half in the shade and half
out of it, and what with the slippery-slidy shadows
of the trees falling on them, the Giraffe grew
blotchy, and the Zebra grew stripy, and the Eland
and the Koodoo grew darker, with little wavy grey
lines on their backs like bark on a tree trunk; and
so, though you could hear them and smell them, you
could very seldom see them, and then only when you
knew precisely where to look. They had a beautiful
time in the 'sclusively speckly-spickly shadows of
the forest, while the Leopard and the Ethiopian ran
about over the 'sclusively greyish-yellowish-reddish
High Veldt outside, wondering where all their
breakfasts and their dinners and their teas had
gone. At last they were so hungry that they ate rats
and beetles and rock-rabbits, the Leopard and the
Ethiopian, and then they had the Big Tummy-ache,
both together; and then they met Baviaan - the
dog-headed, barking Baboon, who is Quite the Wisest
Animal in All South Africa.
Said Leopard to Baviaan (and it was a very hot
day), 'Where has all the game gone?'
And Baviaan winked. He knew.
Said the Ethiopian to Baviaan, 'Can you tell me
the present habitat of the aboriginal Fauna?' (That
meant just the same thing, but the Ethiopian always
used long words. He was a grown-up.)
And Baviaan winked. He knew.
Then said Baviaan, 'The game has gone into other
spots; and my advice to you, Leopard, is to go into
other spots as soon as you can.'
And the Ethiopian said, 'That is all very fine,
but I wish to know whither the aboriginal Fauna has
migrated.'
Then said Baviaan, 'The aboriginal Fauna has
joined the aboriginal Flora because it was high time
for a change; and my advice to you, Ethiopian, is to
change as soon as you can.'
That puzzled the Leopard and the Ethiopian, but
they set off to look for the aboriginal Flora, and
presently, after ever so many days, they saw a
great, high, tall forest full of tree trunks all 'sclusively
speckled and sprottled and spottled, dotted and
splashed and slashed and hatched and cross-hatched
with shadows. (Say that quickly aloud, and you will
see how very shadowy the forest must have been.)
'What is this,' said the Leopard, 'that is so 'sclusively
dark, and yet so full of little pieces of light?'
'I don't know, said the Ethiopian, 'but it ought
to be the aboriginal Flora. I can smell Giraffe, and
I can hear Giraffe, but I can't see Giraffe.'
'That's curious,' said the Leopard. 'I suppose
it is because we have just come in out of the
sunshine. I can smell Zebra, and I can hear Zebra,
but I can't see Zebra.'
'Wait a bit, said the Ethiopian. 'It's a long
time since we've hunted 'em. Perhaps we've forgotten
what they were like.'
'Fiddle!' said the Leopard. 'I remember them
perfectly on the High Veldt, especially their
marrow-bones. Giraffe is about seventeen feet high,
of a 'sclusively fulvous golden-yellow from head to
heel; and Zebra is about four and a half feet high,
of a'sclusively grey-fawn colour from head to heel.'
'Umm, said the Ethiopian, looking into the
speckly-spickly shadows of the aboriginal
Flora-forest. 'Then they ought to show up in this
dark place like ripe bananas in a smokehouse.'
But they didn't. The Leopard and the Ethiopian
hunted all day; and though they could smell them and
hear them, they never saw one of them.
'For goodness' sake,' said the Leopard at
tea-time, 'let us wait till it gets dark. This
daylight hunting is a perfect scandal.'
So they waited till dark, and then the Leopard
heard something breathing sniffily in the starlight
that fell all stripy through the branches, and he
jumped at the noise, and it smelt like Zebra, and it
felt like Zebra, and when he knocked it down it
kicked like Zebra, but he couldn't see it. So he
said, 'Be quiet, O you person without any form. I am
going to sit on your head till morning, because
there is something about you that I don't
understand.'
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Presently he heard a grunt and a crash
and a scramble, and the Ethiopian called
out, 'I've caught a thing that I can't see.
It smells like Giraffe, and it kicks like
Giraffe, but it hasn't any form.'
'Don't you trust it,' said the Leopard.
'Sit on its head till the morning - same as
me. They haven't any form - any of 'em.'
So they sat down on them hard till
bright morning-time, and then Leopard said,
'What have you at your end of the table,
Brother?'
The Ethiopian scratched his head and
said, 'It ought to be 'sclusively a rich
fulvous orange-tawny from head to heel, and
it ought to be Giraffe; but it is covered
all over with chestnut blotches. What have
you at your end of the table, Brother?'
And the Leopard scratched his head and
said, 'It ought to be 'sclusively a delicate
greyish-fawn, and it ought to be Zebra; but
it is covered all over with black and purple
stripes. What in the world have you been
doing to yourself, Zebra? Don't you know
that if you were on the High Veldt I could
see you ten miles off? You haven't any
form.'
'Yes,' said the Zebra, 'but this isn't
the High Veldt. Can't you see?'
'I can now,' said the Leopard. 'But I
couldn't all yesterday. How is it done?'
'Let us up,' said the Zebra, 'and we
will show you.
They let the Zebra and the Giraffe get
up; and Zebra moved away to some little
thorn-bushes where the sunlight fell all
stripy, and Giraffe moved off to some
tallish trees where the shadows fell all
blotchy.
'Now watch,' said the Zebra and the
Giraffe. 'This is the way it's done. One -
two - three! And where's your breakfast?'
Leopard stared, and Ethiopian stared,
but all they could see were stripy shadows
and blotched shadows in the forest, but
never a sign of Zebra and Giraffe. They had
just walked off and hidden themselves in the
shadowy forest.
'Hi! Hi!' said the Ethiopian. 'That's a
trick worth learning. Take a lesson by it,
Leopard. You show up in this dark place like
a bar of soap in a coal-scuttle.'
'Ho! Ho!' said the Leopard. 'Would it
surprise you very much to know that you show
up in this dark place like a mustard-plaster
on a sack of coals?'
'Well, calling names won't catch dinner,
said the Ethiopian. 'The long and the little
of it is that we don't match our
backgrounds. I'm going to take Baviaan's
advice. He told me I ought to change; and as
I've nothing to change except my skin I'm
going to change that.'
'What to?' said the Leopard,
tremendously excited.
'To a nice working blackish-brownish
colour, with a little purple in it, and
touches of slaty-blue. It will be the very
thing for hiding in hollows and behind
trees.'
So he changed his skin then and there,
and the Leopard was more excited than ever;
he had never seen a man change his skin
before.
'But what about me?' he said, when the
Ethiopian had worked his last little finger
into his fine new black skin.
'You take Baviaan's advice too. He told
you to go into spots.'
'So I did,' said the Leopard. I went
into other spots as fast as I could. I went
into this spot with you, and a lot of good
it has done me.'
'Oh,' said the Ethiopian, 'Baviaan
didn't mean spots in South Africa. He meant
spots on your skin.'
'What's the use of that?' said the
Leopard.
'Think of Giraffe,' said the Ethiopian.
'Or if you prefer stripes, think of Zebra.
They find their spots and stripes give them
per-feet satisfaction.'
'Umm,' said the Leopard. 'I wouldn't
look like Zebra - not for ever so.'
'Well, make up your mind,' said the
Ethiopian, 'because I'd hate to go hunting
without you, but I must if you insist on
looking like a sun-flower against a tarred
fence.'
'I'll take spots, then,' said the
Leopard; 'but don't make 'em too vulgar-big.
I wouldn't look like Giraffe - not for ever
so.'
'I'll make 'em with the tips of my
fingers,' said the Ethiopian. 'There's
plenty of black left on my skin still. Stand
over!'
Then the Ethiopian put his five fingers
close together (there was plenty of black
left on his new skin still) and pressed them
all over the Leopard, and wherever the five
fingers touched they left five little black
marks, all close together. You can see them
on any Leopard's skin you like, Best
Beloved. Sometimes the fingers slipped and
the marks got a little blurred; but if you
look closely at any Leopard now you will see
that there are always five spots - off five
fat black finger-tips.
'Now you are a beauty!' said the
Ethiopian. 'You can lie out on the bare
ground and look like a heap of pebbles. You
can lie out on the naked rocks and look like
a piece of pudding-stone. You can lie out on
a leafy branch and look like sunshine
sifting through the leaves; and you can lie
right across the centre of a path and look
like nothing in particular. Think of that
and purr!'
'But if I'm all this,' said the Leopard,
'why didn't you go spotty too?'
'Oh, plain black's best for an African'
said the Ethiopian. 'Now come along and
we'll see if we can't get even with Mr.
One-Two- Three-Where's-your-Breakfast!'
So they went away and lived happily ever
afterward, Best Beloved. That is all.
Oh, now and then you will hear grown-ups
say, 'Can the Ethiopian change his skin or
the Leopard his spots?' I don't think even
grown-ups would keep on saying such a silly
thing if the Leopard and the Ethiopian
hadn't done it once - do you? But they will
never do it again, Best Beloved. They are
quite contented as they are.
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