A group of juvenile male lions are lying on a

hilltop in the shade of a lone tree. It is a scorching hot day on the savanna, and from far off in the distance a bigger, older male lion comes trotting toward them. As he gets closer, the younger lions can see that he's a mess: his mane is full of burs, he's covered with dirt, there's scratches on his face, and he's panting so much his tongue is practically dragging on the ground. He lies down in the shade next to the other lions, and the younger, smaller lions notice that there's blood around his mouth. He licks his chops, and then says, "One f**king rabbit. Two days hunting, and that's it. And a scrawny, sickly old rabbit at that. I tell you guys, this endless hunt for meat can be a real pain in the arse." The other lions don't say anything; one shifts uncomfortably, one scratches himself, and another just closes his eyes. The old lion notices the silence and looks over at the others. He sees the skin hanging on their ribs and their jutting hip bones. He bites his lower lip and turns away. He looks off in the distance and says, "Ah, what are you gonna do?"

Posted By: Tomblander, Nov 29, 19:47:10