White Lion Page #3

He was about six months older,

and Letsatsi's instinct

told him that this lion

just might be an ally

and a friend.

Maybe, just maybe,

Letsatsi's instincts

had been wrong.

Perhaps, now, his color

had something to do

with his rejection,

but by now, that was the least

of Letsatsi's worries.

He was desperately hungry

and needed to find food

and find it fast.

The following morning,

Letsatsi was in serious trouble.

He had no choice but to try

and join forces

with this experienced hunter

again.

And this time,

respecting Letsatsi's

fierce spirit and determination,

Nkulu,

which means "the elder,"

allowed him to have

the lion's share that day,

and a new friendship was born

over that carcass.

The bare bones before Gisani

was good news.

Judging by the tracks

around it,

Letsatsi had joined forces

with another lion.

Richards was a local hunter

and was curious to know

what Gisani was doing out here

so far from his village.

A lion kill.

Gisani explained

that a single lion

had brought down an impala

but two had fed on it.

They fed on him there,

and the hyenas just dragged him

some of the way.

The hunter was impressed...

Jackal also had a turn.

And, seeing Gisani's potential

as a tracker,

wasted no time

in offering him a job.

I can offer

three square meals a day.

Richards.

- Gisani.

- Gisani.

Letsatsi and Nkulu's

friendship

was growing stronger

by the day.

And soon

they became inseparable.

Days passed peacefully

as they lazed in the shade

and did what lions do best

during the hottest part

of the day...

sleep.

And as the night fell,

the hunt would begin.

Tonight they caught the scent

of an easy meal.

Mom!

A few nights later,

the two friends were witnessing

one of Mother Nature's

spectacular fireworks displays.

They were surrounded

by a lake of fire.

They were trapped.

Nkulu,

the stronger of the two,

managed to scramble

to safety.

But Letsatsi...

just couldn't make it.

What happened?

Did he get burned?

Did he die?

Easy, children.

Easy.

There's more of this story

still to tell.

Letsatsi did keep trying

and finally,

with his last ounce of strength,

managed to clamber up

and join his friend.

Finding a friend

is a good thing,

especially one who can teach you

important survival skills.

But sometimes friends

can lead you

down dangerous pathways

and teach you bad habits.

I can't believe this.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no!

With their bellies full,

Letsatsi and Nkulu

didn't have a care in the world.

Life was good.

The farmer had agreed

to sell Nkulu

to Richards the hunter,

who would probably

just have him stuffed.

Seems I've outdone you

this time.

I've bagged a lion.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes