Storytelling for Week 2: Lion Hearts

Once upon a time, there was a lion who lived in a wooded area behind a decent-sized village. He lived right outside the village because that's where lions lived at this time. Greece was the hotspot - kind of touristy and kitsch, but a good place to live nonetheless. Eventually, he would migrate to Africa - where all lions would eventually live - and bunk with his cousin, Ted, and all his wives, but that would come later.

Grazing in the Grass

The lion was resting in a forest, when he noticed a woman sitting by some shapely rocks. Humans and their traditions. They put so much effort into those rocks. Don't they know that, when they die, their bodies become the grass? They never really grasped the circle of life. Anyway, back to the girl. She had taken off some sort of material from her head and placed it right next to her.

She was very interesting to look- Ooh! A cow! He loved the taste of cow. They were always so tender. He couldn't resist. The lion chased after the cow, claws unleashed, teeth bared, and was soon tasting a mix of hair, blood, and delicious steak. He was going all in with this. He was rather hungry the more he thought about it and tore into the bovine.

Now, after he had finished his midnight snack, he decided he wanted to go see what that girl was up to. He emerged from the forest and went to go make a friend, but she screamed and ran into a cave.

That was weird.

The lion went back into the forest, but was caught by surprise when a man ran into the forest and stood by a tree. He began to stab himself, which the lion thought a very odd and slightly sadistic ritual. When he stopped breathing, the lion was much more confused than ever before.

Soon, the woman came from the cave she was hiding in and walked over to where the man was. She seemed to get very upset, to the point of stabbing herself with the same metal stick. The lion was honestly getting a little freaked out, but he would not allow others to think him cowardly, so he began to walk over to them.

Looking over the situation, the lion simply shrugged his shoulders. "Teenagers", he thought.

Author's Note:
I took this from Pyramus and Thisbe, the part of Ovid's Metamorphoses. I chose this story because it was basically Romeo and Juliet, and I wanted there to be a character who didn't understand the tragedy or greatness of the story, because I don't understand it. The lion was the perfect outlet.