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… His story had changed. Who is this? He asked himself. He has always had to roam around for kilometers before finding a pack. All around knew to stay away from his territory. They might fall prey someday they all knew and have perfected the will to postpone such occurrence. Who then is this who have run directly into his territory and saw to wallow in his fields?
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The bird glide into her view again and shortly after another followed, its mate possibly. It looked as though they had plan to tease her, to flaunt their unity in the face of her disappointment with the opposite sex. She blinked her eyelids but they were still dry. She needed to weep, tears to drop-burdens to drop
He took a step forward, it was far from majestic. The animals around have perfected evading his kind for too long free meals have become possibilities none ever expected. The sight of one before him now raised his suspicion. He moved closer and saw she was still breathing, faintly, but she was still alive. He drew a step backwards, took a deep breathe, roared, louder than he can ever remember and pounced.
He shrieked with fear on hearing the thunderous sound. He had followed her from a distance after she passed him. He had seen her cross the stream, the territory, over to the land unknown and mooed out to her of the danger but she hadn’t stopped. He had ran to catch up with her but who could chase after the fastest of the pack, and catch up? A thought had come up in his mind to give up when she fell and just when he tried to discard the thought he had seen the predator and stopped still. He had no time to think, just to act. His limbs made to run away but his heart made to help. He pushed his hooves to the ground and lowered his head, directing his horns forward he moved.
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When she heard the lion roar, she was neither afraid nor did the rhythm of her heart beat change. She had thought it was the end and was willing to embrace it. He had sunk his humongous canines into her right biceps but had gone no further as a bull appeared from nowhere and took the beast over.
Moments later she regained some strength and managed to stand. Both THE PREDATOR and THE ROMANTIC where taking their last breath.
The gray haired man cleared his throat, “…and this is the end of my story” he said.
“It is a good story, grandpa, but I do not like that that bull died trying to save someone who dumped him. She did not deserve it” said Tolu, the youngest among Pa James audience
Grandpa James smiled and replied, “We all have someone who loves us so much, we can never deserve”