The forest clearing is quiet — too quiet. A feeling of dread envelops you, as if you were being watched. You hear a faint rustle of leaves, and then… it’s an ambush!

The forest clearing is quiet — too quiet. A feeling of dread envelops you, as if you were being watched. You hear a faint rustle of leaves, and then… it’s an ambush!

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That’s a lion cub! Look at that murder mitten!!
More importantly, look at that sweet smile!
We are so pleased with ourselves!
Goodness! Didn’t even see the murder mitten at first.
Bwaa ha ha!! I AM the mighty hunter, all must fear me!!!
Simba enjoys leaf-peeping like the rest of us…