More precious than gold (Jafar)
Feb 20, 2017 19:42:18 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2017 19:42:18 GMT -5
“Cross the isle and just walk a past France.” Was his response. He was indeed following the instructions.
Not long ago, he was wondering in a place where he could smell that tea thing humans used to drink as it was in the air, and he would overhear some humans talking in front of a large map. Something about the great landscape in the… Tori arch? No, it should be about the big lake he was walking around. Jumping to the important part, he heard something about the “taste of Africa”, pointing somewhere in the map. “Morocco”.
As soon as he related “Morocco” to “Africa”, he already wanted to go there. He knew that humans called Africa where Pride Lands were. Maybe he could see the greatest sunset in the world again, on a recurve tree or behind the dry tall grass… Somewhere where it did not smelled as raining when the sun was shining.
He might be right, Morocco could be home, if he was an Atlas lion, those with white parts in the mane, or ginger manes… Or it he? The colour of the mane would match… Oh, are they extinct?
In this exact moment, however, he was nothing but a human. Due to strange magic acts, he was currently a transformed into a human boy. Wearing a top hat, suit and leather shoes, he had lost his staff somewhere… Ah, if he even happen to need one he would have to exchange some green notes. If at least they had actual different colours for each value! At least his bipedal form helped him ask someone where he could find this “Morocco” place.
Saudade… This is the feeling moving his steps on the bridge who would took him to France, closer to his final destination on the kavu lands, but sprinkled with furaha... A feeling that goes deeper as the Water Hole, and higher than Kilimanjaro! Nostalgia! But something stronger… The feeling of something missing. Something, somewhere and someone… And his tail, Oh, his tail! How could humans live without tails?! Why do they still question the reason monkeys are always smiling?
Not long ago, he was wondering in a place where he could smell that tea thing humans used to drink as it was in the air, and he would overhear some humans talking in front of a large map. Something about the great landscape in the… Tori arch? No, it should be about the big lake he was walking around. Jumping to the important part, he heard something about the “taste of Africa”, pointing somewhere in the map. “Morocco”.
As soon as he related “Morocco” to “Africa”, he already wanted to go there. He knew that humans called Africa where Pride Lands were. Maybe he could see the greatest sunset in the world again, on a recurve tree or behind the dry tall grass… Somewhere where it did not smelled as raining when the sun was shining.
He might be right, Morocco could be home, if he was an Atlas lion, those with white parts in the mane, or ginger manes… Or it he? The colour of the mane would match… Oh, are they extinct?
In this exact moment, however, he was nothing but a human. Due to strange magic acts, he was currently a transformed into a human boy. Wearing a top hat, suit and leather shoes, he had lost his staff somewhere… Ah, if he even happen to need one he would have to exchange some green notes. If at least they had actual different colours for each value! At least his bipedal form helped him ask someone where he could find this “Morocco” place.
Saudade… This is the feeling moving his steps on the bridge who would took him to France, closer to his final destination on the kavu lands, but sprinkled with furaha... A feeling that goes deeper as the Water Hole, and higher than Kilimanjaro! Nostalgia! But something stronger… The feeling of something missing. Something, somewhere and someone… And his tail, Oh, his tail! How could humans live without tails?! Why do they still question the reason monkeys are always smiling?