The female of all species

Sa-mule the hirsute donkey was wondering wondered whether Assin the She-Donkey was really insane for him, or whether she was just horsing around, leading him up the barnyard path. Sa-mule was an experienced ass and had spent donkey’s years leading a dogs life. But he was damned if he could understand women. Despite all his pleading and braying, Assin remained stubborn as a mule, leading him on a wild goose chase, neither accepting nor denying his advances. He realized that females were cleverer and could make an ass out of a perfectly sensible donkey by just a demure flick of their long eyelashes, and make an ass a twit just by an ass-twitch. Sa-mule pondered why female asses were smarter stronger and cleverer…..

Nearby, in the forest, Foxedd the astute Jackass wondered how to tackle his lady love, Venus the sly vixen. Foxedd had entered into this inter-caste liaison very eagerly, but was now bewildered by Venus's dictatorial and wily ways. Her demure determined decisiveness left him dazed daily and without a demur, he used to accept her writ dutifully. This time however, she wanted him to do Masters in Computer Applications (MCA), whereas computers, those manipulative machines had always foxed Foxedd. Besides, he argued reasonably, that foxes already had all the soft skills and strategic acumen they needed for survival, so why do MCA, that too from the College of Animal Husbandry? But the clever vixen hit a tennis ace stating emphatically that these days even animals, jackasses, forests and husbands needed computers for survival ! Outfoxed Foxedd knelt in silent admiration at the altar of Venus, secretly wondering whether she had again made him a jackass.....

Meanwhile in the farm, Kukkad the barnyard cock ran tearfully hither and thither, bleary-eyed and worried to distraction about what would happen to his beloved wife Hen-na, who had taken some adulterated medicines, and was having bouts of vomitting. His eyes widened in horror as he imagined the screaming headlines of next morning’s Animalistic Newspaper : Adulterating cock cripples wife for life. Few souls in the barnyard knew that he ran a highly successful business selling banned growth drugs meant for fowl and cocks. The cock bent low as he smelt foul-play. For he loved to see his fair fowl play and was therefore in extreme agitation. Like an agitated cock he sprang here and there. Suddenly Hen-na turned to him and said that she was merely testing his love and was actually fit as a fiddle. Cock sprang up happily, feeling relief, and vowed to stop his filthy business. The female of the species had won again, for this was what she wanted….

Lily the Lioness set out on her daily hunt again, for she had to strive and struggle, and kill some prey so that her family (including her husband Lumpp the Lion) could eat. She was clearly the leader, feeder, protector and caretaker of their family. They all depended upon her skill strength stamina and speed for their survival. The lion remained a feeble 'Yes-man' in front of his better (really better) half.....For the rest of the jungle he was the King.

And they still call Females the weaker sex !