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There is a path ahead leading to the throne. The beast started walking on it towards his dream. Dogs barked, he didn't wink his eyes. Wolves howled, his thoughts were unperturbed. Elephants trumpeted, he didn't twitch a muscle. Tigers growled, his pace didn't slow down . After reaching the destination, the beast sat on the throne and made a thunderous roar. All the creatures fell silent and bowed to the conqueror. That's the way to rule the jungle.
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Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 5:06 AM UTC
King's Way
There is a path ahead leading to the throne. The beast started walking on it towards his dream. Dogs barked, he didn't wink his eyes. Wolves howled, his thoughts were unperturbed. Elephants trumpeted, he didn't twitch a muscle. Tigers growled, his pace didn't slow down . After reaching the destination, the beast sat on the throne and made a thunderous roar. All the creatures fell silent and bowed to the conqueror. That's the way to rule the jungle.
vachaspathi
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Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 5:06 AM UTC
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