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The Tan |
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the sun is gleaming like pure gold in the sky. The morning bird's call pierces the jungle air, telling each animal the morning has come.
He wakes himself, shakes the sleep from his eyes and crawls out of his den. He laps a drop of dew off the banana tree leaf hanging above his head. This is the first day away from his mother. He decides to hunt for a cobra. |
He speeds through the jungle fast as the speed of light. It is hard to hold back his growing hunger. He must find food soon. He used to tumble happily through the soft green grass. There used to be best friends to play with. There used to be an endless supply of cobra meat. He was young then. Now he has to search for food. He cannot depend on his mother anymore. He is a warrior now. |
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