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|Surviving Isn't Always That Easy (standard:adventure, 13697 words)|
|Author: COL||Added: Aug 08 2003||Views/Reads: 2232/1611||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|My story takes place amid the bounty of the African wilderness. A lion cub loses his mom to poachers and faces life alone- with one friend- against all the hazards lying under every rock. His adventures are full of tension, horror and fantasy. Follow hi|
The scorching sun hung high in the infinite azure Tanzanian sky. I lay down, gazing at it pensively. I thought about the jocular time I used to spend with Dusk. We were not only blood brothers, but also brothers in heart, imparting everything with one another. I'd always known that one day he would leave the pride; begin a life of his own. He was compelled to do that; it was just nature's way. But still, I missed him so much. “Come on, Spot”, my mom urged. “I know it hurts. I miss him too but thinking about him will just exacerbate it. You know it won't bring him back.” “Yea mom, I know'', I responded dejectedly. My mom was extremely valetudinarian about Dusk but she'd always repressed it because she knew expressing it would make me even more disheartened. Dusk had left two days ago. Part of me wished I could also go, spend my life roaming unfettered the plains of the magnificent Serengeti nature preserve along with him, but I still had a long way to go. I was only two months old- it would be at least two more years until I could take off. I wasn't even weaned yet- my entire diet was composed of mom's milk. The den was still my sanctuary and mom wouldn't even let me join the pride. I was isolated completely in order to ensure me the utmost protection. It came not out of her torpor or reluctance to expose me to the other pride members but of pure love and concern for my well-being. The best I'd managed to extract from her was to occasionally sojourn outside the den for a little while. Leaving the den was the first step. It meant that I would live among the other pride members and they would protect me. The final step was leaving the pride itself, which led to an independent life. Once a Lion left the pride it'd have to fend for itself. For now, however, I remained surrounded by the thick scrub that composed my den. At least it shaded me from the sun. She was the perfect mom. Still, I sometimes felt she'd crossed the line when it came to my aegis, but just like she had confronted me, I was young and mischievous, often taking frivolously the required safety precautions for a Lion cub as myself. After all, the den was there to protect me and conceal me from the outside world. If I were exposed to other animals, especially those who were not members of the pride, I would face constant grave danger. Surely, most animals would not be apprehended by an anemic cub. Even a grown Lion wouldn't hesitate to turn me into a meal on sight. Well, that's what moms are for, I guess. My life, at least since Dusk had left, revolved around sleeping. Since I was so young, that was rather natural bearing in mind that I wasn't ripe enough to conduct my life among the pride's adults. Fortunately, my mom noticed that and frequently showed up so that we could play. Nevertheless, I missed playing with him. Even when he'd been there, I'd have many listless hours so you can imagine how bored I became without him next to me. I was totally alone in the den. The light, constant zephyr rustled the ubiquitous green leaves. The rainy season had just gone by and everything was still sheathed with lush, comely verdure. The bounty was absolutely dazzling. I could see enormous herds of Buffalo, Wildebeests, Impalas, Zebras, and any species I could come up with. The sheer exuberance of the fantastic wildlife was exhilarating. Most exciting, perhaps apprehending was a herd of Elephants grazing close to the den. In fact, a little too close. My mom hurriedly picked me up in her menacing jaws and bolted off to find a new covert locus, which would be safe enough for me to reside in for now. The subtlety of her grasp had always been soothing, its versatility incredible. She would do this every couple of days, as “Hyenas and other predators are always on the qui vive”, she had explained. And if she didn't move me frequently, one was bound to find me. I never did understand the meaning of the word “predator”. I remember Dusk once told me that our whole ecosystem, and the entire world for that matter, is constructed of a certain mechanism or process called “The Food Chain”. He'd said that every species was dependent on all the others to survive. This perplexed me since I depended only on my mom for everything. Maybe it was due to the perpetual confinement I was in, which forestalled any chance of me profoundly observing the milieu. Anyway, Dusk had promised to teach me about the food chain thing but he never had the time. I guess he had just forgotten when it was time for him to leave. “Spot!” my mother blared, “you can't keep thinking about him. It'll only make you feel worse.” It was as if she was able to read my mind. She was very perspicacious. “It's not like I have anything better to do, mom”, I groused. “Don't start. I told you- soon I'll introduce you to the pride and you can do whatever you want. Just please stop pouting about Dusk. You know how hard it is for me to see you doleful.” She caressed me and smiled. “OK mom, I'll try. But I can't just forget about him. You know mom, sometimes when you're not around I feel all alone, like there's nobody I can ever talk to.” “Oh, Click here to read the rest of this story (1052 more lines)
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