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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 7:08 pm
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Waseme couldn't believe it.
--No, she could, when she thought about it. It was the fact she could believe it she couldn't believe if that made any sense. Her mother had chosen her sister over her. That was bad enough. But a drum? A stupid drum? She hadn't even meaned to break them!
After the incident the injured cub had fled the scene and taken to the farthest end of the pride, sniffling and crying in a geniue, heart-breaking manner. She licked her wounds, both figuratively and literally.
Her neck and right front paw had been cut, the later fairly severly. Why should she care? Nsundu didn't care. All she cared about was Kitambi and her stupid drums, and Kitambi's stupid drums, and, and, and--
The cub burst into another fit of sobs, burying her face in her paws and ignoring the dull pain that resulted from the action. Why did she have to be born second? Why did she have to be born here at all?
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 6:56 pm
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