There are the most beautiful flowers here with the sweetest nectar." A butterfly flew up and again landed on the lion's nose. The next day all the cubs were pouncing on butterflies in the grass. He yelped in pain, as in his anger he had hit his nose quite hard. I will have no symbols around which might make me or my cubs weak, or which might make other lions think I am weak and encourage them to attack me." And with that the lion smashed his mighty paw on the butterfly.
Brutal violence is the only thing which keeps me alive. I smash other lions and their cubs so my cubs will have more land. Mine is a world of scarcity and finite resources, but I take what I want - lionesses, antelopes, water. "What is that funny looking symbol on your wings?" asked the lion with a growl. The lion saw a funny shape on the wings of the butterfly. His head began to hurt from the effort as his eyes crossed trying to focus on his nose. The lion tried to look carefully at this creature who vexed him so much. "Isn't it just a lovely day to be free?" said the butterfly.
"That makes no sense," said the lion, and again he squashed the butterfly with one swipe of his mighty paw, taking care this time not to scratch his nose.Īnother butterfly flew up from where a cub had just pounced and again made its way to the lion's nose. "Well, I'm still here," said the butterfly. "I thought I had killed you," said the lion. The butterfly said, "Just thought I'd come by again today to enjoy all these lovely flowers". He watched a butterfly fly up and again make its way to his nose. The next day, the lion noticed four of the cubs pouncing on things in the grass. "Ouch!" said the lion, having scratched his nose by accident in the process. It is beneath me." And with that, the lion squashed the butterfly on his nose with his mighty paw. "I won't talk to the fragile likes of you. "I just came over to say hello to you and your family." The little creature flew over to the lion and landed on his nose. "Hmmmn." said the lion, "what is that tiny creature? I have not seen such here before." A little brightly colored thing flew up from where the cub had pounced. He watched the little tyke spring onto the flower. The cub showed the beginnings of grace as it learned to hunt. One of the cubs was preparing to pounce at one of the many small flowers on the ground. He looked around at a herd of wary antelope in the distance, knowing he could always expect a good meal whenever he wanted (the fat antelopes were his favorite).
"What beauties," he purred, "and they do all the hunting too." He looked at his ten cubs playing in the grass nearby. He looked over his six lionesses who lay around in the shade. Once upon a time, an enormous lion lay under a spreading Acacia tree and looked out over his domain.
0 kommentar(er)
