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I'm looking for a reader willing to work for a 50-50 split on royalties. This book has already been approved for distribution on Audible.com. 2012-02-19 13:35:11 GMT 2012-03-23 13:00:00 (GMT -05:00) Eastern Time (US & Canada) Yes (click here to learn more about ) Closed 0 0 0 direct invitation(s) have been sent by the voice seeker resulting in 0 audition(s) and/or proposal(s) so far. Voice123 SmartCast is seeking 20 auditions and/or proposals for this project (approx.) Invitations sent by SmartCast have resulted in 0 audition(s) and/or proposal(s) so far.
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There was a time, a very long time ago, when the world was new and the moon and the stars were much brighter than they are today. In those days the Earth was a playground for the gods. They came down from their lofty heights and used the Earth for fun and frolic. The gods did what ever they liked and went where ever they liked untroubled by human beings.
One of the things the god’s loved to do was ride horses. They especially liked white horses. No other color horse would do. It was white horses that pulled the chariots and white horses that raced along the beach and white horses that were pampered and fed by the gods. Naturally the white horses came to think that were better than the other horses and lorded it over them. “Poor brown horses,” they would say. “So unfortunate to be born a dark color. Still, maybe you’ll be good for something.”
All the colored horses in the world were jealous of the white horses. The dark horses complained to the other animals. The white horses became so conceited, so arrogant that they were despised and hated by all the other animals. The other horses plotted and schemed how they might knock the white horses off their pedestal and make them realize that they were no better than anyone else.
All the animals complained about the treatment they had to endure from the white horses. “A bunch of them chased me for miles before I could finally get away,” complained the fox.
“White horses drove me clean off of the road,” complained the geese.
“They stomped my nest,” said the killdeer who builds its nest on bare ground.
“They soiled my garden,” said the rabbit bitterly. “They must be stopped.
“I have an idea,” said the chimpanzee. “We build cages and lock them up until they have learned humility.”
“That won’t work,” said the fox, “The gods will just release them.”
“Then we hide them where the gods won’t find them.” Said the birds.
“In the desert,” cried the camel, “but how will we get them there?”
“I will carry them,” said the elephant.
“That’s it then,” exclaimed the chimp, “Let’s get started.
And so the animals threw themselves into the task. The rhinoceros trampled down the bamboo; the birds gathered the stalks together; the monkeys tied them into bundles with vines; horses dragged the bundles to the
chimpanzees who wove the sticks and vines into cages just big enough to contain one arrogant white horse.
When the cages were finished, the baboons began rounding up the white horses; They would find a few horses grazing, jump on their backs and ride them to the cages. The chimps locked the prisoners inside; then the elephants dragged them far into the desert.
The white horses were outraged and objected loudly. “You can not do this to us,” the leader of the white horses sputtered. “We are favored. We are better. We will tell the gods what you have done.”
Oh they were furious those white horses. They kicked up such a rumpus and threatened such dire consequences that the other animals almost gave up then and there. Sure they were frightened, but their jealousy of the white horses was stronger than their fear, so they stuck with the plan and, before too long, there wasn’t a single white horse running free. They were all locked in cages deep in the desert where the gods never went.
The gods looked for their favorite horses. When they couldn’t find them, they used ordinary brown, grey or speckled horses instead and found them just as good. When the gods asked the other animals what happened to the white horses, the animals just shrugged and said they didn’t know. The gods soon forgot all about the white horses and continued their pleasures with whatever horse was at hand.
Meanwhile, the white horses languished in their cages. They were hot and thirsty, The desert sun beat down on them and made the white horses uncomfortable for the first time in their pampered lives. After a few weeks of this punishment, the white horses learned their lesson. They learned that they were not so special after all. That they were like any other animal, beautiful and special in their own way but certainly no better and no worse than any other animal.
After two weeks, the cages were opened and the white horses were let go. The only damage done was that the sun had seared the shadows of the bamboo bars into their skin making the white horses appear striped. Those stripes can be seen to this day on the white horses of Africa and to this day those striped horses are known as zebras.
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