One cloudy day I spotted a couple of lions frolicking in the tall grass, when I went tramping on a hill alone in the countryside. Their manes were so messy they looked like matted grass. They had then spotted me and ignored me completely. I watched them for another hour when I a female showed up. I saw a humungous paw with razor sharp claws on the end. It came striking against the other lion. It got terribly scared. When the lions face came into view, it had a dark red scar across its face. It yelped with pain. Some birds flew off as fast as a rocket. The lions streaked off. That was the last I saw of them.
By Cameron MH
This is a wonderful story Cameron, I like the language you used and the way you described the lions
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