There once was a jackal, a lazy, greedy jackal who wandered the forest taking what he could find in
way of sustenance; small mammals, unwary birds and especially eggs stolen from unattended nests. It was a living but rather too much like hard work for his liking.
One afternoon the jackal came upon a peacock preening beside a pool, comparing himself favourably to Narcissus and Brad Pitt.
'Hello'. Said the jackal. 'Ding dong the dinner bell rings'.
'Hold your horses'. Said the peacock. 'I'm all feathers and sinew, all gong and no dinner, you'd find more meat on a petit four.'
'But I'm hungry'. Said the jackal. 'And I am partial to a canapé .
I have a plan said the peacock. and he explained: Let us enter the forest and while I mesmerise the beasts and the birds with my fabulous feathered fan you shall have free range of their nests and their burrows and eat to your fill.
And that is what they did, the peacock preened and recited Pam Ayers and Shelley whilst the jackal gorged.The jackal promised to look after the peacock in return.
That night the Jackal lay down with the peacock and they entertained each other with congratulations and fabulous tales of cowardice and treachery.
They carried on their symbiotic relationship for some months until one day the creatures of the forrest went to the peacock to complain about the thefts from their nests and burrows. Unbeknown to the peacock the jackal was listening from behind a bush as the peacock firmly laid the blame on the jackal.
That night the peacock lay down with the jackal. The jackal ate the peacock... Sure enough all gristle and pomp, before choking to death on the wishbone.
'Shit'. Was the cock wielding felon's last thought.