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A Lion & A Tiger


“Look you plain stripes, they haven’t creativity at all. Whilst I have this mane which intensifies my call.” “My stripes are just fine, they make me feel full. Look at your fur though, the endless shade is dull.” “RAH!! Hear me roar! My call so proud and true. You only shriek with anger. Silently youave not a clue.” “Ah my misguided cousin I stay silent so none can see my stalking deadly figure to obtain my prey with glee.” “What good is that? None know you have won I roar to let my pack know I have meat by the ton.” “Ah but with silence you would have it to yourself. For me at my meal I engorge alone to myself.”
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