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.

The Broken Tools

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   There once was a young man that lived in a small home... the man was not the best housekeeper, and as a result there often was some sort of small repair that needed to get done, but he usually never bothered with it. "I'll get to it eventually," he would think. "It's just a small repair, and I need to look up how to fix it properly anyway."

   

   Well this went on for quite a while. Eventually repair, upon repair built up and around his home.. and eventually those little things became big things. But he continued to ignore them.

One day one of his friends came over and to chat for a bit, as they chatted the friend mentioned some small repairs that needed to get done around his house. "Oh! Let me help you with that friend," said the man.