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 Lurker in the Leaves
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!
That’s a lion cub! Look at that murder mitten!!
More importantly, look at that sweet smile!
We are so pleased with ourselves!
Bwaa ha ha!! I AM the mighty hunter, all must fear me!!!
Simba enjoys leaf-peeping like the rest of us…