Her heart ached. She was a lioness, but the sight of her cub crying out of hunger caused her unbearable pain. She set out for the hunt. She stalked the plains for a prey. There was a small herd of goats grazing near the babool tree. Without wasting time, she launched her attack. The herd ran in all directions, only a pair of goats remained still. It was a she-goat and with her a baby-goat. This was easy for the lioness.
She walked slowly towards them. The baby goat did not understand the over looming danger and was calm. The she-goat however was terrified, but held her ground to protect her baby. The lioness sniffed both of them and then roared.....
The She-goat said weakly, "Please spare my child, eat me. You may also be a mother. Please spare my child."
.
.
.
.
Hunger now satisfied the cub was now in a playful mood and played chase with the monkeys. The lioness too took rest under the shade, and smacked her lips and wondered, the tender flesh of the baby goat was really tasty.
No comments:
Post a Comment