Why You Should Keep Your Promises
    Once upon a time, there was a turquoise okapi named Bezihar. He was as normal as any turquoise okapi could ever hope to be. In fact, he was so normal, all the other okapis were great friends with him. He would run with the herd, stopping at rivers to dig for slugs and crumpets, tossing his maroon mane in the wind as he led them from mountain to vale. One day, he was drinking from a stream a short distance from the rest of the herd when he heard a voice above him.
    “Hey!” it said, “Hey!” Bezihar looked up and spotted the source: a mauve koala lounging in a nearby sassafras tree.
    “Hello.” Bezihar replied politely, noting the name tag on its fur with bold letters spelling out Arjizan:EUOEUHKUMR graduate and official marine zoologist in the field of the pampering and grooming of synthetically manufactured sea pandas. What an odd creature, Bezihar thought before turning back to the stream.
    “Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!” Arjizan called out. Bezihar turned again to the tree in irritation.
    “Please stop that.” He said crossly, returning to the stream.
    “Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!”
    “If you do not cease to annoy me, I promise that I shall injure you.” Bezihar warned.
    “HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!” By this point, Bezihar was quite irked. He ground his teeth and drug his hoof through the soil, trying with all his might to keep his temper under control. Finally, his self control snapped; however Bezihar respected the integrity of a promise and; therefore, developed a plan to retained his promise. And so, as Bezihar became more and more irritated he finally devised an appropriate plan, lashing out and, in a single swift bite, felling the tree.
    With a loud, drawn-out cracking sound, the tree came crashing down, Arjizan hanging desperately to its branches. By the time the tree settled, the koala had a look of pure terror on his face as he observed the furious okapi. In a single angered leap, Bezihar launched himself toward Arjizhan, who remained frozen in fear, shearing off his left arm as easily as he had cut down the tree.
    As soon as Bezihar’s teeth sunk through his flesh, Arjizhan looked at the okapi in dumb disbelief, letting out a squeak of surprise mixed with a slight whine of pain; however, Bezihar felt slightly sorry for his rash actions.
    “I’m so sorry.” Bezihar said, cleaning his nose on the sassafras leaves, “That was completely your fault, but I forgot how much I hate the taste of blood; I should have hung you by your arm for a few hours so you could keep it.”
    “That’s alright, I have enough now that I don’t have to worry about my left arm. By the way, thank you for keeping your promise, I really appreciate it.” Arjizhan responded frankly.
    “It was nothing, I always keep my promises, after all, I would feel very bad if somebody broke a promise they made me.”
    “You must have a lot of friends then.”
    “Oh, please, anybody who keeps their promises can have as many friends as I do.”
    “You’re too modest. Anyhow, would you like to be my friend?”
    “I would love to! By the way, do you want that?” Bezihar asked, nodding towards the arm he had bitten off.
    “No thank you. You can have it if you want.”
    “How kind of you.” Bezihar said with a smile before devouring the fallen arm. With that, Arjizhan leapt onto Bezihar’s back as they joined the rest of the herd and galloped into the sunset.

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A very, very short story, the sequel to "Why You Should Study", also written for my friend
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