She crept closer. Had she heard the sniffle of tears? Leaning forward, she reached for the tangle of forest underbrush.
The animal was there, on its side — a lion.
It was impossible to understand. A lion. Here, and crying. The large, maned head turned towards her. She froze.
Of course it could talk. “Child, I speak with goodwill. I have simply lost my way, and I see no path forward through this thick wood.”
She placed her hand on the lion’s back. “I have years ahead of me,” she said. Then she looked at the sky. “We will guide you.”
The animal was there, on its side — a lion.
It was impossible to understand. A lion. Here, and crying. The large, maned head turned towards her. She froze.
Of course it could talk. “Child, I speak with goodwill. I have simply lost my way, and I see no path forward through this thick wood.”
She placed her hand on the lion’s back. “I have years ahead of me,” she said. Then she looked at the sky. “We will guide you.”
