The Lion and the Wildebeest

This story shows that you should be patient. Patience may bring rewards in result to obtaining what you wanted in the first place.

I pace between two acaicia trees, letting out my light grunt for hunger.

I am the lion.

 

I have walked for miles to find this pond and I am relieved to see the glistening water. I easily kneel on the cracked ground and let the cool water dance on my tongue as my herd does as I do.

I am the wildebeest.

 

I peek over the tall, beige grass and spot a small herd of wildebeest. I'm afraid my lionesses are off hunting for me, but I cannot stand to wait.

I am the lion.

 

My herd begins to run. I am confused. I linger behind my herd, running swiftly and bounding across the bumpy texture of the ground.

I am the wildebeest.

 

The herd has spotted me and has began to run. I notice a rather small wildebeest struggling to keep up with the herd, but is beginning to fall behind. I begin to run.

I am the lion.

 

I have now understood why my herd fails to come back for me. I have slowed, my legs are beginning to tire, and I feel as if I have been printed on my side with the word PREY, for my hoof is caught in a small snake burrow.

I am the wildebeest. 

 

The small one has come to a stop. I can see through a small sliver of open space that this wildebeest in stuck in a hole. I approach.

I am the lion.

 

I am sweating profusely, my eyes are stinging from the bright sun and my leg is becoming limp due to the loss of circulation from the hole. My herd is gone, and I can feel the lion's breath on my back. What's this? The lion has freed me from the hole! I shall give him a reward, I know where a fresh carcass is, and I could show this generous lion where it is. I begin to run, hoping he is following me. He is.

I am the wildebeest.

 

Hehe. I have freed the wildebeest but little does he know what is coming for him. He's running away. I chase him. He gets a confused look as he turns his head to look behind him. I get closer and closer, I am right behind his tail. Suddenly he falls into a large rectangle shaped ditch, unable to get out. No, no, NO NO NO! I have fallen in as well. I have gotten my dinner and I will get more as well as soon as I return home. Wait, how do I get out? Oh no.

I am the lion.

 

Silence arises out of my gaping mouth. I am shocked this lion has attacked me when I was s-s-so close to rewarding h-h-h-him. My leaving time has come.

The wildebeest.

Reviews

[Domo]

Ha, this was sort of cute, well being you wrote this in what, forth grade?
It brings forward the kid side of you.
This story was pretty cute I must say, keep it up Cammie!
~D♥m♥~