Sloth Short Stories

Sloths weren’t always slow, they used to be the fastest animal out there. Never staying in one place long, traveling from country to country in two week's time. Until one day, a sloth named Oliver was born and dreamed of becoming the fastest sloth there ever was. He was by no means the most attractive fellow, nor was he the tallest. Not even two feet tall, barely weighing 20 pounds once fully grown. Two long curved claws were his fingers and feet, two large brown eyes filled his head, while a stubby nose took the remaining space. His hair a brownish gray, coarse in texture. A smile could be seen on his thin lips, no matter the weather, whether it rain or shine. Oliver did everything as fast as he could, be it talking, eating, or just waking
Every time they’d just say, “Oh right, you were already headed to your next destination.” All of Oliver’s friends would say similar things as he continued on his journey. When he got home, he found his wife looking through an old family photo album. He sat beside her and began to look for himself, but quickly saddened when he only saw himself in one or two pictures. As they continued to look through the album he asked her, “Can you tell me about everything I missed?” She simply smiled a knowing smile, they spent the rest of the evening looking through the album their children soon joining
Thinking something was wrong, the others would ask, “What’s wrong Oliver?” He’d only say, “Oh I’ve just decided to take my time, take in the sights. Just making sure nothing passes me by.” This confused many animals, but Oliver would keep walking, just enjoying the sights the world had to offer. As he grew older and his children grew to have children of their own, they taught them the same thing Oliver taught them. Now generations later, the sloth moves at a sedate pace, staying in one place for several days at a