Noah's Zoo
by Albert Russo
Goddess allowed Noah to
embark with seven pairs of every animal that
existed on this here planet; the, rest, i.e., the
overwhelming majority of their brethren and sistern
were destroyed, along with the countless
disobeying people - how many were they then, in
the thousands or in the millions? She prefers to
keep mum about the numbers. Don’t ask me how
She got rid of them all. Though I have a tingling
ticklish inkling - wow, I get this in places too
intimate to reveal - that She either drowned them
in the ocean or, if they still lived in the
mountains, tossed them into the forests and lit
huge fires - I suddenly think of poor Joan of Arc
who got burnt at the stake by the English,
shameful lot that they were, attacking such a
young and courageous girl. I count her among my felinist
heroins, like Marie Curie, Princess Sissy of
Austria, Princess Diana, Simone Veil who rests
with her hubby at the Pantheon mausoleum in Paris
- get wikipeepied if you want to know
who they are, I refuse to be your walking
encyclopaedia.
The Bible says that it took
120 full years for Noah to build his Ark. In them
pre-computer days, they must have often mistaken
months or even days for years. The boat most
probably was built in 120 days. Many people
nowadays have similar tics. Even I say that a
movie which in reality is thirty years old dates
back to Mathew & Salem, which is a wee bit
exaggerated. I guess that in some forgotten nook
of our modern brain there are still memories left
from our ancestors the cavemen.
It was a warning that soon
some parts of the earth were drying up. It took
another six months before Noah and his passengers
saw land. After six months or so, as the level of
the water dropped, Goddess sent a dove holding an
olive branch in its beak to soar above the Ark.
Seven days later, they all disembarked and set
foot on an island.
And it’s always the
same story: the humans and the animals all had a
lot of babies and multiplied, so much so that
they had to find other lands and so repopulated
the earth.
It seems that Goddess
treats her creashuns like they were
pieces of a huge puzzle. She tosses them around
and scrambles them, then, like the Grand Magician
that She is, She puts them in place, which is
easy for Her, since She has numbered them on the
back - clever cookie that She is. But sometimes
She forgets or plays a lil too fast, then … badaboom,
accidents occur like landslides, tsunamis or
earthquakes, and instead of feeling sorry, coz
She will never bow down or admit she made an
error, She grumbles amid the din of a
thunderstorm: “I will punish you every time
you fail me.” That’s too easy, is what
I says.
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