SLOTH PAINTS THE MOON
Sloth lived in the Magic Jungle, next to the Unforgivable Lake.
“I love to sleep in the moonlight,” Sloth would croon.
And he would think about stuff.
If any jungle creature asked, “How can we find Sloth?”
The golden moths would say, “Just follow our trail.”
This meant leaving at night and following the shine of their wings to the heart of the Magic Jungle.
“Watch out!” the moths would whisper, “The Unforgivable Lake may flood and chase the animals away!”
But Sloth lived high up in a tree and water levels were not a problem. The problem was loud Macaw.
“Hey,” Sloth said softly (he always spoke very quietly), “What’s wrong with you bird?”
“I’ve got a HACK! Sorry SQUEAK! COUGH!” Macaw squawked.
So Sloth said, “Hey honeybees.”
And they said, “Yezzz?”
Sloth said, “Please give my bird here a little dose of your honey?”
So they did and with that and a little lemon juice, Macaw was much better and Sloth went back to thinking.
Thinking was very important. He spent hours in the same position just thinking. One evening, Sloth was thinking, “How could I visit the Moon?”
