The Sloth and the Moth

A sloth met a moth on a midnight rendezvous.. said the sloth to the menacing moth “You are bothering me now shoo !”  but the moth was persistant and flew around his space, flipping and a’flapping in a frenzied disgrace!

The sloth shook his shaggy coat so slowly as only a sloth would, but still he couldn’t shake off this minute moth..he would have caught him if he could..frantically flying full of aggravating intention.. this mischievous, manic moth was on a marauding intervention..then all of a sudden and from out of the blue, an owl swooped and grabbed the moth in his sharp talons and away she flew