The donkeys vision

A horse, a camel and a donkey decided to have a race.

The horse had its agility, it was running from the moment it was born. So it could go faster than most. Gallantly spritnting and jumping over hurdles

The camel had its endurance, born with thick skin and humps to store fat, it can go further than most without discomfort.

The donkey had niether of these, No where near as durable as the camel or as agile as the horse… It seemed the donkey was a dreamer to think it could win this race… But it looked niether at the elegant horse nor the towering camel, and kept its vision fixed on the course ahead.

The race started with a loud bang!

The horse got startled and would not move forward, it began to kick and neigh instead.

The camel got spooked and ran away in the opposite direction.

While the donkey, the smallest of them all, remained still, held to its vision and proceeded to win the race undeterred, unbothered, and unafraid.

Paper tigers 

Paper tigers on the paper trail, earning their stripes without fail.

The Hunter talks of taking the beast by its tail, while the shepherd tells comforting wife’s tales, to the rest of the villagers praying not to fall prey.
Those from the west begin to flee east, from the heardless beast, that didn’t roar to be heard. The eye of the Tiger speaks a thousand words, all of which are echos of death.
Prowling quietly, growling silently, crouching low before it pounces violently…

Shades of black and bright vermillion, like a frightening fire that freezes millions… The Hunter tries to ride the Tiger wild, the shepherd would rather see it tamed.
They all fail to understand. To the beast, everyone is game… regardless of where they may stand.
Paper tigers lead us to the paper trial…