The Lion Cub

*Word of caution: This post is going to be a little more mature than other posts I have done in the past, a little heavier topic. Also, the ending to the story may seem a little graphic to some, please skip over it if you are naturally weak in the stomach or have a vivid imagination.*

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There once was a young man not too long ago that had recently come into a large sum of money due to a grandparent passing away. The young man who had a fancy for exotic pets and things of the like, went out and bought himself a baby lion.

 He absolutely loved the new addition to his home, it was soft and small and he played with it and fed it every day. He took care of it as many people take care of the family dog, gave it walks and so forth.

As time went on the cub began to grow and the man decided it was time to move it to an outdoor pen. It was about the size of a golden retriever now. He loved his baby lion, and despite his friends constant warnings of being careful and to remember it was still a wild animal, he continued to let it out and play with it.

Hanging On

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There were two hikers that were taking a hiking trip one time, not together, but they were within the same area as the other. One was a strong young man that was just getting interested in the outdoors and hiking and the other was an old man that had lived in the mountains his whole life. Neither of them knew this though. They were deep in the mountains and had to cross several large gaps and climb several different steep inclines.

One day as the one young man was hiking he heard a yell for help, he ran to the point where he thought he heard it and found the older man hanging for dear life onto a rope over the edge of a cliff. The man had fallen but one of his ropes was loose around his pack and had snagged onto a rock.