It’d been a tough day. As the colorful birds painted the sky in all sorts of bright troubles, white, sticky bird urine landed in Abhays mane. It could be worse, but there was no telling that to Abhay. The fearless Asian lion was in no mood for cheery-uppy.

“How could I let myself back down?” he asked himself, padding the ruins with all his might. “That cheetahs pelt would’ve made great decoration to the dens. The bird droppings made a great charm, but we need more! And since when are cheetahesses guards? Female cheetahs are good for nothing but birthing!” Indeed, cheetahs, with their weak strength and great speed, are rather hunters than guards. And females..... Chun knows they shouldn’t be guards! They are good for hunting and birthing, that's all they’re good for!

Jumping onto the highest rock, the rock only the duchess Chada was allowed on, Abhay gave a mighty, ringing roar, the loudest he had ever given. It was so loud, the trees shook. The monkeys and prey all made a run for it. He then jumped off the rock and gathered some leaves. He was going to sleep on his own territory: There was no avoiding that.

Padding down the bed of vines and leaves with his paws, Abhay lay down and started to wind down. His muscles relaxed, his law loosened, tongue lolling out. His soul relaxed, and he fell into deep slumber.....