“Hey dung beetle!”
The dung beetle got a fright and somersaulted into a ditch. He was busy rolling dung into a big round ball, he wanted to bury for his mate.
“What on earth is going on? Who’s talking to me?”
“Look up into the tree! It’s me, the parrot. I have a message for you.”
The dung beetle was scared. The parrot looked so incredibly huge. Was he luring him into a trap? He stopped doing what he was doing and tried to run away.
“Stop! I won’t eat you!”
“What’s your message?”
“I am losing my tree soon.”
“What’s it got to do with me?” asked the dung beetle, still trying to run for cover. He bumped into another dung beetle which was in his way. „Oops, sorry!“
„I don’t have time. The dung is fresh and I’ve got work to do, parrot!“
“This is what I mean!” the parrot replied.
“You lose your food and brood balls because of the poaching of elephants and rhinos, and I lose my tree because of irresponsible logging by multinational companies.”
For the first time in a long time the dung beetle held in and pondered over the parrot’s words.
“How do you know?”
“Bushmen were sitting under my tree and talked about it!”
“Parrot, tell me, what can we do?”
“We animals have to stick together and do whatever we can to stop our planet from being exploited. We need help from humans, though.”
“By the way, you look beautiful with your metallic green coat, dung beetle.”
“Oh, thank you. You also look marvelous with your colorful feathers, parrot.”
Then an elephant walked past and relieved himself. The smell of the fresh dung attracted the dung beetle’s attention again.
“Let’s concentrate on the positive side of life and carry on working,” he proposed.
“Yep, life is too short to dwell on negativity. You made my day, dung beetle.”
Then he flew away and disappeared into the distance.
Painting: Copyright C.I. Enczmann