Princeton Day School - Link Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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192 S . 'Q 'Kip' 'Qi Meg Brinster A lovely duck was visiting his friends the chickens in the barnyard. The hens were holding a heated discussion on the scandalous behavior of the old rooster. They were so deeply immersed in this important conversation that they took no notice of the open gate. Passing on his way to the local hunt, the fox cast a hungry eye toward the chatter- ing chickens and then proceeded to enter the barnyard for his feast. The duck, seeing disaster approaching, calmly tried to interrupt the chickens and warn them. The hens took no notice until the fox was upon them. They screeched and scattered fearfully in all directions, wailing, What shall we do? What shall we do? The duck, level-headed and without fear, took to the air and hovered above the snapping jaws of the fox. The chickens, meanwhile, found cover in their coop and continued to scream and wail while the duck valiantly led the fox out of the barnyard and back to his hunt. The hens marveled at the logic of this lovely duck and then returned to their endless chattering. Moral: Nothing astonishes hens so much as common sense and plain dealing. 25 vb I ,l -g-'Lg -,if-4.Q'QEg ' X143 - ,mfg L' . 7:5 3 'nie

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The animal community at large had a tendency to forget about the mouse, perhaps because it was so small and perhaps because it was a foreigner. But despite its size, the mouse was extraordinarily vocal and with its alien culture it lent the community a distinct cosmopolitan flavor, living as it did, in a foreign city. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the community had of late forgotten many of its unobtru- sive leading citizens, plunged as it was in a state of general despondency. It was nothing you could put your finger on--it was simply a grey wintry depression that had settled on the community and rudely refused to get up, despite the animals' determined prods. The entire company had thus assembled that morning on the assumption that common ennui was somehow more bearable than personal boredom, and such was the general state of things when the mouse arrived. The mouse, on observing the blank faces of its friends, could only stare in utter astonishment, for depression was a state unknown to it and quite apart from its nature. Hey, shouted the mouse. On your feet. There is much to be done and besides, the spring is coming. The aniinals stared in disbelief for the mouse's spirit quite outweighed its size, but the mouse only giggled and proceeded to throw an outlandish Italian banquet. Moral: F rom a small spark may burst a mighty flame. Judi Migliori is in I

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Laurie Van johnson Victoria johnson 26 E i l r s 1 1 An oyster sat se- dately upon a quietly blue-gray rock gazing upward through amoe- boid rings of green and blue to a rippled sky. She was carefully con- sidering the smallest of the visible rings, think- ing that it was rather too green and if she had made it, she would have added a few subtle spots of blue to improve the balance of colors. Pre- sently, a sea horse, visibly excited, ap- proached the oyster rapidly but considerate- ly slowed his pace as he neared the rock. After a pause for recognition, he ventured, Excuse me, but we are all gathering now to cele- brate Father Blowfish's birthday. l-Ie is the old- est blowfish in the king- dom. It should be a love- ly party and I should be delighted if you would join in the festivities. The oyster, noting the sea horse's polite im- patience to depart, glanced off to the dis- tant area of the assem- bling fish and, after re- flecting upon the matter for a moment, replied appreciatively but de- cidedly, Thank you, but it is pleasant here. I have no wish to leave. ' And so the sea horse swam on as the oyster gazed upward through rippled rings to the green-blue sky. Moral: Time and tide wait for no one but that does not always matter. 1