Where are those dumb two legs? I thought. The sun was high, and this was when the two legs came up my moutain. Up my land. I was hungry and looking for an easy prey.
“I think we’re almost there,” a voice said. It sounded young. Perfect, I thought. The younger, the easier to catch.
“That’s what you said twenty minutes ago,” an older voice complained. I frowned. The older one might be a problem. Oh well, I could take the older one without a problem. I creeped closer. A mother and her cub. I waited until her cub had come closer to my hiding place.
“Mama, it’s a kitty,” the little one said, pointing at me. The mother paled. I lunged forward, landing on the cub. The little one struggled, screaming, and the mother was running at me with a black thing in her hand.
“David!” the mother screamed. I quickly picked up the cub and raced away, into the woods. The mother screamed in sorrow. I slowed at the stream. I slashed my claws across his chest, and ate my meal.
I’m a lynx, and king of the mountain.