Late at night they could hear his roar, at distance. They still remember when that little bundle of fur landed in their life, mother killed by a poacher, two cubs left to perish. It was their sheer luck that a woodcutter found them. How they struggled to keep him warm and alive, the second one perished hours after being rescued.
How hard it was for them to decide that they will have to let him go. The sleepless nights they passed after his release. Now… they miss him but are happy for him.
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I feel really smug to share with you, all of you, that this simple story has inspired David to write a purely fantastic story, please do read it or else dont blame me that I did not tell you…