The Lion


Every once in a while…

There is this lion, he is the king of the jungle.  He has a huge mane as big as you can stretch both your arms out.

He is laying down under a tree in the middle of Africa.  He is so big, it’s so hot, he doesn’t want to move.

The little lions come up to him to mess with him, biting his tail, biting his ears, he doesn’t do anything.  The lioness, she comes over to him, messing with him, making trouble, still nothing from him.

Now the other animals, they notice this, they start to move in.

The jackals, the hyenas, are barking at him, laughing at him, they nip at his toes, they eat the food in his domain.  They get closer and closer, bolder and bolder, until one day the lion gets up and tears the shit out of everybody.

He runs like the wind, eats everything in his path, because every once in a while the lion needs to show the jackals who he is.



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