Today’s post contains a fable I wrote based on an internet gif and a compilation of river photos. The lesson is: Believe what they tell you.
Strange things happen upriver. A gnu says to his friend. “Do you see that tree trunk? It’s not that at all. It’s a croc.”
“Yeah, yeah, for sure,” replies his friend. “It’s a trunk. For us to step on and cross the river. It’s what we do.”
“No, no,” says the first. “What we do is we get eaten when we step on a croc. I’ve seen it done.”
There is a short staring contest. The first gnu sighs a little and looks at the trunk,
or is it a croc. It seems peaceful, the perfect foothold. He is the leader of the pack, he has to act.
He steps. The croc, for that’s what it is, makes one swift move, and the gnu is no more.
His friend blinks and stares. The river is calm again. He turns to the next gnu in line, motions to the trunk and says: “It’s a croc.”
The next gnu, not having seen or heard a thing, stops drinking, looks at the croc and says: “It’s a trunk.”
And now I might as well take you to my rivers. No crocs or gnus available. Not all the photos below were shot upriver, sometimes I’m not even sure in which direction the river flows, but here are more or less ten rivers from Italy and Slovenia, as is my habit, with more or less two photos of each.