The Sun hung low in the sky as night began to fall over the Serengeti. The animals dared not move in the squelching heat and dry dusty air; all except the lioness were still.
She was not your typical lioness. As all lionesses do, she supported her pride and was very good on the hunt, but she was too good. She had become obsessed with the hunt to a point of being greedy. She was in it for the sport and that would be her undoing on this night.
She spied a tired and overheated wildebeest standing near a dried out puddle, desperately awaiting the banks to replenish themselves with water; any amount would do. The wildebeest was exhausted and every breath of the desert air burned. There was very little fight in this creature.
The lioness saw her chance and charged the wildebeest. In it's peripheral the beast saw only a yellowish form moving aggressively in it's direction. With what little energy it had, the beast kicked it's hind legs out just as the lioness bit into it's haunches.
A lucky shot caught the lioness off guard and hit her in her breast knocking her several feet back. Dazed, the lioness got back up and shook off the pain as she saw the wildebeest trotting away. She knew the beast would soon be her third conquest for the day. She didn't even need the meat, just the victory.
The lioness charged the wildebeest with all of her strength. The wildebeest knew it's moment was drawing near and soon it would not need to worry about the water anymore. It could not go on. It's calves would have to grow up alone.
Just as the lioness was about to tackle the beast and celebrate the kill, a blur of Golden Fury came from nowhere, leaving a trail of dust as far as the eye could see, and tackled the lioness. The wildebeest stopped and stared in awe as the bodies of the lioness and this Golden savior contorted into a ball rolling together across the desert sand.
With one clenching grasp of it's mighty jaw, Golden Fury snapped the lionesses front left leg leaving her unable to hunt EVER AGAIN!!!! Golden Fury left the lioness lying on the desert floor and simply gave the wildebeest a reassuring nod before disappearing into the sunset. The wildebeest rushed home to hug it's children!!!
THIS, is what I like to think my dog was dreaming about when she woke me up at 3 AM clawing at my back and yelping.
She better NOT have been dreaming about a damned squirrel!!!!
She was not your typical lioness. As all lionesses do, she supported her pride and was very good on the hunt, but she was too good. She had become obsessed with the hunt to a point of being greedy. She was in it for the sport and that would be her undoing on this night.
She spied a tired and overheated wildebeest standing near a dried out puddle, desperately awaiting the banks to replenish themselves with water; any amount would do. The wildebeest was exhausted and every breath of the desert air burned. There was very little fight in this creature.
The lioness saw her chance and charged the wildebeest. In it's peripheral the beast saw only a yellowish form moving aggressively in it's direction. With what little energy it had, the beast kicked it's hind legs out just as the lioness bit into it's haunches.
A lucky shot caught the lioness off guard and hit her in her breast knocking her several feet back. Dazed, the lioness got back up and shook off the pain as she saw the wildebeest trotting away. She knew the beast would soon be her third conquest for the day. She didn't even need the meat, just the victory.
The lioness charged the wildebeest with all of her strength. The wildebeest knew it's moment was drawing near and soon it would not need to worry about the water anymore. It could not go on. It's calves would have to grow up alone.
Just as the lioness was about to tackle the beast and celebrate the kill, a blur of Golden Fury came from nowhere, leaving a trail of dust as far as the eye could see, and tackled the lioness. The wildebeest stopped and stared in awe as the bodies of the lioness and this Golden savior contorted into a ball rolling together across the desert sand.
With one clenching grasp of it's mighty jaw, Golden Fury snapped the lionesses front left leg leaving her unable to hunt EVER AGAIN!!!! Golden Fury left the lioness lying on the desert floor and simply gave the wildebeest a reassuring nod before disappearing into the sunset. The wildebeest rushed home to hug it's children!!!
THIS, is what I like to think my dog was dreaming about when she woke me up at 3 AM clawing at my back and yelping.
She better NOT have been dreaming about a damned squirrel!!!!
I was waiting for the punchline, and there it was. Perfect!
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