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my fathers last words were; " KILL THAT LION, ZAHRA. KILL HIM AND RID OF HIS PRESENCE ON MY TERRITORY."
but the lion was stronger, bigger than us, and had two very pokey teeth. he brushed a tuft of fur out of my fathers face. he then looked at my father, turned, and dug up the earth, in a hole as big as my father. tears threatened to spill out of my eyes, my soft gaze falling on him. i walked towards him and rubbed his foreleg with my head, sobbing quietly. he crouched, cupping my face with his paws. " Don't cry, princess. your father is gone now, but I promise he always will be watching you, and nodding his head in approval at everything you do. I bet he's really sad seeing you cry, but he will be happy when you realize he is always here. " he spoke softly, and above a whisper.
my mother was curled around my father, shaking, crying. he got up and let go, stepping over to her and licking her scruff. her teary eyes and stained face looked up at him and nodded. he took my father with the most gentle hold and put him in the hole, muttering a few admiring words and burying him. He put a few feathers, flowers, and leaves in a pile, dipping his head and walking back to us.
"it'll be alright. ill take care of you, and your pride. if that is what you want. " he almost muttered, eyes locked with my mother's. she nodded slowly, probably too sad to even speak. we took slow steps, and took to our home, filled with new hope, and determination.
1. THE SILVER EYED LIONESS.
i lazed about under the scorching sun, paws tapping as the fluffy rabbit collar and cloak Kazi gave me contributed to the burning of my fur. i let my tongue roll out of my mouth, panting. Mother had told me to watch the borders as training, so here i am, burning up in the savannah. a figure slowly proceeded towards me, each step that it plodded sending a bit of relaxation through me. i sit up, stretching and narrowing my eyes threateningly. it was a young lioness, around my age, her eyes silver and her fur sparkly like the moon at night. i quickly closed my mouth and softened my gaze. " hello, " she said, having my full attention. " i would like a playmate, would you want to play ? " she smiled. she looked very pretty, but she couldnt hear that from me. " YES! i mean, sure whatever. " she tilted her head and gave out the most beautiful, light giggle ive ever heard. we played baoball and she was the best. though, i think im better. she looked at me warily as the sun set against the waving sahara, her head hung low. " whats wrong? tired? " i genuinely ask, my paw resting on hers. " I dont want to leave. I have no where to go. " she sniffled, wiping her tears gracefully.
I look up at her. The king brings in lionesses all the time, so why cant this tiny little cub join? I smiled, getting up and flicking my tufted tail in her face. " Hey! " She growled playfully, sauntering up to match my pace.
2. THESE GOLDEN BEETLES ARE ANNOYING.
3. MY OWN FAMILY.
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