The Lion Of Judah
By Baker Street
A mighty lion was wandering through the wilderness. He was getting old and as such he had no pride to belong to anymore. He spent his days hunting small game and staying alive in this manner. But it was only a matter of time before the hyena pack would pick up his trail, and realizing that this was a lone lion, saw him as easy prey. Hyenas would never tackle a pride of lions as they were too cowardly by nature. However they might attempt to kill and old lion all on his own; if they could muster the courage amongst them. So they instigated an assault on the king amongst themselves. As the sun was setting they cornered the lion by his lair and the battle commenced. The mighty lion roared and lashed out with his mighty paws as the braver of the dogs ventured it close to his home, and he mowed them down one-by-one with powerful strikes and sharp claws. Hyenas were flying all over the place, wounded and yelping and tumbling in the dust, but still the large pack of canines poured on. Many dogs died that day, but eventually one of the lesser hyenas and his bitch got a lucky bite in, and wounded one of his paws. A wounded lion is a fiercesome thing, although he only had one paw now. Encouraged by this stroke of good fortune the dogs resumed the attack. Still the dogs died, and the wounded lion roared and fought. But other packs of dogs had caught on that the king was wounded, and joined in the fray. Everywhere the carcasses of dead hyenas lay, but ultimately the king of the jungle was outnumbered, and he died fighting. He died a king’s death. Never was there a lion such as this, the tribesmen would say and he is remembered fondly in our campfire tales. The king died but so did many dogs. You cannot compare a pack of hyenas to a lion, no matter how great their numbers. A new day dawned as the sun rose, and somewhere in the bush, a new king was born.