One of the Lambs had died and the other animals were saying how sad it was that it had no chance at life. And from their, the conversation of the point of life began
“The point of life is laughter,” said one of the rats, and went back to tickling his brother. One of the swans said, “Why, the point of life…” “…is to love,” said the other, looking into her eyes. “There’s no point to life without family,” said a rabbit, “that’s what it’s all for.” “Surely life is for beauty?” said the kingfisher, looking across her river
The falcon took off and climbed high until he was a dot. Then he dived down, scattering the smaller animals before levelling out within inches of the ground. “Excitement!” he said.
“Excitement!” he said. Bassingbourne Gladiator, who had just won best Limousin bull at the East of England show, announced, “The point of life is for everyone to know your name.” “It is strength and health,” said the horse. “Life is nothing if you cannot express yourself,” said the rooster, and prepared to demonstrate… before remembering that it was evening. “Fool,” said the crow. “Life has no point.” “Perhaps the point is to be remembered,” said the squirrel, wiping away a tear with his tail.
The swallow, who was busily catching insects ready for the great journey, said “The point of life is to live it to the full, to see the world.” The pig, the dog, the dove, the lizard, the magpie and the fox all had their say too. The sun began dipping below the hills.