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Apr 2017
Lion

When I was a kid, I told myself I was going to buy a lion. Not to rule over the king of the jungle but to have a kitty named Mufasa. When I grew up Mufasa became my father and I found out three quarters wasn't enough for a lion.

When I grew a little older, reached adolescence I learned a lesson, that three quarters still wasn't enough to buy a giant pussycat. I would have bought a jaguar because my lion days were beside me, I would buy a giant jaguar to be beside me but I was still naive and had not known that jaguars would see me as a steak.

When I reached adulthood and the pressures of buying a house and a car hit me so my first thought was once again, I'll buy a jaguar. Then I heard my brother tell me that jaguars will cost me a fortune to keep fuelled, so I told him, I'll sweat gas and bleed decorative pillows. He laughed at me and my naivety. I am now an adult and I wonder, how much does a lion cost?
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