Monologue of Leptoptilos javanicus
(Perched high above the branch at one dusk)
"Hmm ... All had returned to their homes. It's been quiet as usual. Indeed, this evening, there is many problems to think about. Lately, I was the person most in need to be alone. I did have to use a lot of my time to think and reflect. Soon, the mating season arrives, and I no longer have time to be alone. "
(Starting to think and try to concentrate)
"Oh, a lot of problems disquieting to think about. I'm confused. But I must try to arrange one by one the problems and get the most important problem that must be thinking."
(Quiet as a rock, then ...)
"Survival!! Yes, about the survival ... I have to start thinking about the issue from the awareness that the presence of my species has begun endangered though my species live from eastern India to Java. Day by day, the number from our species on the wane. I've heard the villagers who live near the swamp have spoken, that the stork from my species, is rarely seen, and they said, the government has forbided them to kill us. Their laws, said, to protect my species. But I'm not so sure. Humans have a behavior that is sometimes hard to are controlled."
(Suddenly, there was a noise down there, on the road which is across the paddy field)
"What ?? Why those people not yet return to their homes? Who are they? This is so not normally? Do they see me ?! But I was away from them. I will remain silent and pretend to be a twig. I think they will not see me."
(People down there still make noise at the quiet dusk)
"O God, is it true what I see? One of them pull out an object of bag. Is that a gun ?? O God! Obviously they saw me. They pointed and direct it to me! O God, what should I do ..... ??? But ... But ... wait a minute ... It had not looked like a rifle. I once saw a thing like that, people call it the camera. I've seen the camera is very large, and very nice. The camera is directed to me it seems very small, certainly not good."
(Pay attention well towards people who had gathered down there)
"Oh, thank God ... relief ... Apparently they were just want to take photos with their camera were ugly. They seemed in a hurry, afraid if I immediately fly. Maybe, they do not know if the sun has been going down, my work just sits alone above the high branch. I heard that poor photographer it was also mentioned: STEEMIT..STEEMIT ... words that the first time I heard. From his words, I know it looks like he will send pictures of myself to STEEMIT he called it was. I really believe, it was would be bad picture because the camera that ugly."
(Nodding as if considering something)
"All right, I'll stand up nice, do not move, let the poor photographer can shoot me, so at least, it appears that is my picture. Because, do not I a Leptoptilos javanicus, a good solitary bird that ?! Well, my friends, now, shoot me. I'm willing, and submit my regards to your friends, the virtuous Steemian was. Good luck!"
