A long, long time ago zebras had no stripes. There was a zebra named Jeff that lived in Africa. One day Jeff went for a tramp. Later he got tired so he sat down under a tree and hit the hay. Along can Monk the monkey with a big smirk on his face. He grabbed Jeff's tail and tied it around the tree, so when he woke from his slumber he would be stuck.
1 Hour later Jeff woke from his snooze, and started walking home, until he realized that he wasn't moving. He looks back and sees his tail tied around the tree. He tries to get it undone by running away from it, but it is no use. He cried out for help but no one showed up, so he decided to wait till tomorrow.
The next morning, Jeff woke from his doze and his tail was untied. He jumped in excitement, darting around the place, until donk, he hit his head on a branch and went SPLAT, into a oozy, sloppy, muddy thing. Jeff wakes up a couple of minutes later, very muddy and dirty. He started heading home and on the way he found a lake so he jumped into it to get squeaky clean. But then when he walked out he had black stripes all over him, so he darted home to tell his mum.
“Mum, MMMMUUUUUUM look at me look at me, I have stripes”
“What, how did you get those stripes?” Jeff’s mum asked.
“I fell into a squishy oozy thing.”
“A what” says Jeff's mum confused.
“Come on I'll show you” Says Jeff running off into the distance.
Once Jeff and his mum got to the squishy, oozy thing she did the same thing that Jeff did and got stripes too. That's how zebras got their stripes.
