the little tank - a moral tale.

 So there was this meme poster...

Once upon a time there was a Little Tank, who liked to be with his friends. But one day the Short Controller said, "Why don't you all go and play noisily Next Door? It's quite all right, the people Next Door like noisy play, and it would get rid of their Nasty guests." But when Little Tank and his friends got Next Door, and started firing their guns, they discovered that the people Next Door had no Nasty guests and were VERY UPSET to be fired at. And they fired back, and the humans got in the way, which was very scary. When the human drivers ran away, leaving their tanks, the tractors came, and took them away, and they were NEVER SEEN AGAIN. So Little Tank ran into a muddy pond, with his gun out, to breathe. The Little Tank was sure that if he kept very quiet, the tractors would not notice him. He only wanted to be a Really Useful Tank, after all, and he cried, though it could not be seen in his pond, at the thought that the Short Controller had told Great Big Wicked SMELLY lies.

 
In time, Little Tank was found, and dragged out of the pond by the tractors, and he cried, for he was very scared. But he was mended, and he discovered that the Shorter Controller, who lived next door, was a much kinder man, who knew how to smile, and Little Tank happily worked for Next Door for ever after, and had fun with his friends who had also been rescued.

So I'm drawing it now to get round copyright. it can go in with the poems...