Acedia

Many moons ago, sloths were so fast, they ruled the world. The king was decided based on how fast he was. On a dark morning filled with rain, the king sloth had a son. Most sloths are born moving a lot; however, his son had minimal movement. The birth was so disgraceful that it was hidden. His son was cast out into the Valley of Tigers. Before the other tigers awoke, a grieving mother adopted the sloth as her own.

Living among the tigers, complications were plentiful. His adopted mother could no longer make excuses to keep him in the streak; they sent him away. Once again alone, he was forced to fend for himself. He traveled long and far. On a day, much like the day he was born, predators arrived.

He was lost in the forest with nobody to save him. There was a tree. Because he was raised by tigers, he hadn't known why he was so drawn to it. Fear took over and his natural sloth instincts took over. He kept climbing and climbing. Even after the predators were gone, he kept climbing. After reaching the top of the tree, he kept climbing. Passing clouds and the atmosphere, he kept climbing. Only when his legs grew tired did he rest. He was stuck in the stars. He looked down upon the earth; overcome by the knowledge that his parents cast him away, he cursed the sloth kind to no longer rule and roam the earth slowly. He was heartbroken.