Story Told By Hyena
Where do you meditate? The animals queried each other.
I meditate in the pouch, the baby kangaroo said, inside my mother.
I meditate in the henhouse, as I give thanks for dinner said the fox.
I am not sure I do, but if I did, said the crow, it would be in that box.
Where do humans meditate when they need direction and stuff?
They had no idea. “Are you sure they do? They seem kind of rough.”
A girl in the meadow was meditating yesterday, I think she was a libber.
On an elephant, if you believe me, said hyena, a professional fibber.
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