The American Bug [Open]
Jul 27, 2019 9:11:16 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2019 9:11:16 GMT -5
-A wee-mawe, a wee-mawe… -Sung, the lion, one of his favourite songs.
Slow, but purposeful steps. Tail from side to side, each step a careless a wiggle of his lower body; all according to the song. It was just another morning walk. A lazy, therefor perfect way to start the day. Simba was after a quick and easy snack, no need to wake up Timon or Pumba. They all stayed up way too late counting fireflies.
By now, his eyes were trained to spot the most succulent and colourful of bugs among the tree leaves on the ground. His favourites, however, were only found under recent fallen logs. Long, juicy… They were vibrant green outside, but beige inside. Just spicy enough, with hints of sugar and pork. Today he was finding one of those bugs for breakfast, even if he had to go past the pound for that.
Thus, he walked past the pound -no fallen logs. He was left without choices but wander behind the mountain; unknown hunting grounds for such a refined, buggy meal. It was not the place he was used to visit in his daily routine, but if that was where the dim light of hope for a well-balanced breakfast came from -for the kings of the past, he was finding that bug.
-In the jungle, the mighty…
The lush green of the jungle slowly gave way to a darker, mature shade of green for the threes. Smaller trees, more rocks… And more pounds. Apparently, it was raining in this part of the forest not long ago… But he had never seen rain affect trees this much. Not only rain, but a new smell hit his predator snout. Succulent; warm… Forget the green bug. He needed that. What kind of bug smelled this good? He could taste it already in his mouth.
The solid brown ground became rich black mud-like dirt, and he could see in the distance a large amount of sticks, stabbed into the ground side by side, creating a king of barrier between the forest and whatever was behind them. Heh! That was new.
More important than that, they seemed to guard the origin of the smell. A quick squeezing got him past the sticks, giving him a first-in-a-lifetime view of a sea of stone. Flat, long stretching rock, populated by humans! All covered in bright, colourful leaves themselves. They seemed to be enjoying their day; and not scary at all. And even if they were, ha! He would not let a few big apes stand in the way of his breakfast.
Somewhere on top of the flat, long stretching rock-sea, the lion sighted the origin of his wished new bug. A smooch stone-like thing with some wood creating a big box, inhabited by a few humans, all with the same dress code. A huge line of humans seemed to wait their turn so they could give the box humans some leaves and get their bug and go back to their endless walking. It was red, long and plushy, he wold never forget the sight. Deeper red and yellow lines on top, and covered from side to side by a large, beige soft shell. They held it with their baboon hands horizontally, and took a bite right out of it. Hum-hum! He got himself some big, green leaves and waited in the line for his turn; a smile stamped on his face with the leaves between his teeth.
Slow, but purposeful steps. Tail from side to side, each step a careless a wiggle of his lower body; all according to the song. It was just another morning walk. A lazy, therefor perfect way to start the day. Simba was after a quick and easy snack, no need to wake up Timon or Pumba. They all stayed up way too late counting fireflies.
By now, his eyes were trained to spot the most succulent and colourful of bugs among the tree leaves on the ground. His favourites, however, were only found under recent fallen logs. Long, juicy… They were vibrant green outside, but beige inside. Just spicy enough, with hints of sugar and pork. Today he was finding one of those bugs for breakfast, even if he had to go past the pound for that.
Thus, he walked past the pound -no fallen logs. He was left without choices but wander behind the mountain; unknown hunting grounds for such a refined, buggy meal. It was not the place he was used to visit in his daily routine, but if that was where the dim light of hope for a well-balanced breakfast came from -for the kings of the past, he was finding that bug.
-In the jungle, the mighty…
The lush green of the jungle slowly gave way to a darker, mature shade of green for the threes. Smaller trees, more rocks… And more pounds. Apparently, it was raining in this part of the forest not long ago… But he had never seen rain affect trees this much. Not only rain, but a new smell hit his predator snout. Succulent; warm… Forget the green bug. He needed that. What kind of bug smelled this good? He could taste it already in his mouth.
The solid brown ground became rich black mud-like dirt, and he could see in the distance a large amount of sticks, stabbed into the ground side by side, creating a king of barrier between the forest and whatever was behind them. Heh! That was new.
More important than that, they seemed to guard the origin of the smell. A quick squeezing got him past the sticks, giving him a first-in-a-lifetime view of a sea of stone. Flat, long stretching rock, populated by humans! All covered in bright, colourful leaves themselves. They seemed to be enjoying their day; and not scary at all. And even if they were, ha! He would not let a few big apes stand in the way of his breakfast.
Somewhere on top of the flat, long stretching rock-sea, the lion sighted the origin of his wished new bug. A smooch stone-like thing with some wood creating a big box, inhabited by a few humans, all with the same dress code. A huge line of humans seemed to wait their turn so they could give the box humans some leaves and get their bug and go back to their endless walking. It was red, long and plushy, he wold never forget the sight. Deeper red and yellow lines on top, and covered from side to side by a large, beige soft shell. They held it with their baboon hands horizontally, and took a bite right out of it. Hum-hum! He got himself some big, green leaves and waited in the line for his turn; a smile stamped on his face with the leaves between his teeth.