The natives are restless as the jungle stirred with chaos. Leaves rustled in the sparce wind as they circled a fire dancing and singing songs of carefree fancy.
The cowardly lion has growled and whimpered as he choked on his own spit along the way to clumsily rattle the roost.
How does one take the jungle serious, when the predators have no claw or tooth to slash and bite? No ferocious eyes, nor snarl and speed on sinews so taut and raw.
Prey neither stands still in fear, or run for safety. The night is filled with song and joy.
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