Tell me a story about zebras. No flamingos. No, no, zebras.     Once upon a time in the great  praire  lands of Africa, south of Tanzania, and northern Kenya, it was the  morning of  third day of the migration .  In the end of rain season,  zebras crossed the  praire   lands  for   the eastern rivers.   They  traveled as one great herd, parting the high grasses at their chests. It was  in the midst of  such  g rasses  that predators could hide and stalk the oldest and weakest, sick or injured.   Zefra , leader of Zebras, rose and addressed the  zebra  guard, those who took the perimeter .  “ We are near our journey’s end. We rise today tired,  hungry  and thirsty. We have traveled through the greatest part of the journey. We begin  to end our journey now. We shall travel all day, slowly, staying together ,  and  we will end our journey this evenin...