How the Mountain Cow became the National Animal of Belize

How the Mountain Cow became the National Animal of Belize

By Sherlet Neal A Belizean folkloric story

How the Mountain Cow became the National Animal of Belize

By Sherlet Neal Shortly after Belize got its Independence from Britain word reached Animal Kingdom that the Premier was looking for an animal to represent the country as the national animal. This news sent excitement throughout the entire animal kingdom and everyone wondered who it would be. The excitement doubled as word went out that the “chosen one” would have all the privileges availed to the most powerful man in the country and from time to time would even be invited to eat around the Premier’s table.

There were some animals like Chubby the Cat who laughed at the suggestion because national animal or no national animal, he ate from the table of whom ever he wanted to. Silky the Snake was not interested, way too much work he thought.

Well as the excitement mounted in Animal Kingdom and the speculation grew the animals began discussing among themselves who they thought would be the most suitable candidate for this prestigious recognition.

Bra Tiger declared that if anyone was well suited it would be him, after all he was strong, fearless and respected, not to mention handsome. He and Bra Lion had a heated argument over this as Bra Lion felt that Tiger was no competition because of the colour of his skin. Lion was sure that his light skin would be most fitting to adorn the Premier table and grace the covers of News Exchange Magazine.

Anansi Junior sat quietly looking on at all the hullabaloo going on among the animals and inside he was laughing. Who was more well known than he Anansi.

There was not a person in the country who has not heard or loved Anansi. When it came down to the popularity vote, he had them all out, five to one. Well don’t mention looks; Anansi was the ideal package deal and anyone who didn’t know that, clearly was not a Belizean.

Well standing on top of the mountain looking down and listening to all the chaos and chatter was Matty the Mountain Cow. Matty had never ventured down the

mountain before. Everything he needed was right up there on the mountain top, plus he always believed that it was the lesser animals that dwelled to the bottom of the mountain. He felt regal standing proud and tall on top of the mountain, he was no ordinary cow, he was a mountain cow.

As the days passed and he continued to listen to all the chatter the thought entered his head that he was the most fitting to be called the national animal.

Heck, this was probably his calling, he had been waiting all his life for his calling, he knew he had a purpose on this earth, some high calling he was sure, but could it be this..? Well there was only one way to find out.

That day and the next he put his plan into action….Yes he Matty the Mountain Cow was the chosen one. But the name Mountain cow did not sound royal to him, he needed another name, he needed a name that sounded regal….yes Tapir….that was definitely royalty…the name Tapir would suggest someone who belongs in the “top” ranks, that was definitely it. A name like mountain cow would make him appear like an ordinary domesticated cow…he could not have that…..

His plan firmly in place Troy the Tapir decided to venture down the mountain to put his plan in action. He knew that the next day the Premier and his group would be visiting animal kingdom to pick out the national animal. When he arrived at the foot of the mountain the animals were still gathered around discussing the visit of the Premier and arguing among themselves who would be the National Animal.

As he descended the mountain, he addressed the other animals. “Brethrens!” he said. “I cannot stand to see the way you all stand here arguing amongst yourselves as to who will be our animal representatives. You all are dividing the animal kingdom. It made me so sad standing up there looking on, I decided I had to come down here and help you all out. Among you all, is definitely a leader but how can you find out if you keep arguing and fighting with each other.” The other animals listened carefully, what he said made perfect sense.

He continued “when the Premier and his group come tomorrow, is this what you want them to see, all of us fighting like puss and dog? No brethren.” He said “This is what I suggest we do tomorrow.” Before long Troy the Tapir had his

plan in place, everyone was onboard except Anansi Junior who knew that Bra Tapir had to have some ulterior motives, who knew this more than the master of trickery himself Anansi.

Tapir sensed this right away and came up with a plan….he called Anansi to the side and whispered to him “Listen I have been noticing you for some time now, and I fully believe that you are the most fitting one to be called the national animal. I will help you Anansi Junior. But don’t say a word to the others. Here is the plan.” Anansi laughed with excitement when the heard the plan. Finally there was someone who saw and knew his true worth, Troy the Tapir was his new best friend and when he sat among the kings of kings he would never forget Tapir.

Well early next morning all the animals in Animal Kingdom woke up early and started the day under the direction of Troy the Tapir, all of course except Anansi who was busy getting groomed for his big day, well at least he thought it would be.

Tapir had directed that when the Premier and his group arrived the animals should be busy preparing a meal for the group. Some should be cooking, others serving, others cleaning and some would line the way to make a royal pathway for the group. He Troy the Tapir would receive them. If they did this the Premier would notice each of them as they did their part and determine who was most hard-working. Tapir convinced them that he wanted no glory or recognition; in fact he wasn’t even in the competition.

The arrival of the Premier and his group was announced and everyone got busy doing their best to impress the Premier hoping to be noticed as the most worthy of them all. At the entrance to the animal kingdom was Troy the Tapir well adorned with Anansi on his back. He convinced Anansi earlier that because he was so small he should perch on Tapir’s back. If he was on the ground there was no way he would be noticed. Anansi was overjoyed to have such a high and prominent position.

Troy the Tapir also convinced the others that it is best for them not to speak, as it would work against them if they said the wrong thing, for good measure it was best if they glued their lips together, just in case they got the urge to speak which

would be really devastating. They were advised just to keep smiling and working, this would greatly please the Premier.

The feast was served and Tapir entertained the group well. The Premier was very pleased and it was time to make a decision from among the animals. The Tapir spoke up. “You see Premier and kind sirs; we decided to make the job easy for you. We know that you are very busy men. So among the Animal Kingdom we have come to a decision which we know will please you very much.” The others stopped working and smiling and started listening wondering where this was going. “All the other animals, even my pet perched here on my shoulders have voted and agreed that I should be the national animal, and represent them all.” The other animals were in frenzy and tried to protest, but they could not, struggled as they may, no sound came forth.

“Is there any objection to this proposal?” asked the Premier. The only protest came from Anansi Junior who jumped down and declared that he should be the national animal.

The Premier and his group laughed out loud at the suggestion and advised Troy the Tapir to train his pet if he intended to bring him along to the royal palace.

Anansi protested that he was not a pet and that this was all a set up, but no one was listening, it was already decided by silent consent that Troy the Tapir would be the national animal and would grace the Premier table and that his picture would appear everywhere.

It was also that day declared that if “anyone” and that meant the other animals too, “anyone” tried to harm the Tapir they would be in grave danger. Troy the Tapir smiled at this and proudly trod back to the top of the mountain and to safety, leaving chaos and confusion behind.

Moral of the story: Never allow anyone to shut you up.

Even the trickster can be tricked.

Open to interpretation * Used with the author’s permission, 2012. For