He stumbled, nearly falling, still unaccustomed to the strange things they had put on his feet, the things they called shoes. They felt unnatural, not allowing him to get a proper grip as to run, and they made him stand on his hind legs, the way they did. It felt so unnatural, so wrong.585Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUeVQ2bLUxu
They showed him two pictures. One looked like him, the other of his family. They called one Human, and the other Lion. They called him a feral child, scolded him when he tore into his meat with his hands.585Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXY78uKRFsu
"Use the fork and knife."585Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpCKyIpctsB
He tried, but they didn't feel right in his hands. Besides, his family had never used them, he thought, except he didn't think like us. They tried to send him to school, but he stared out what they called the window instead, watching the gazettes run. He wanted so badly to chase them, to watch the females hunt. He wanted to run freely like they did, not trapped in this strange place, surrounded by huge walls. He had been here three years now, but he still missed his family.585Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUBnUnJn0PV
"They aren't your family"585Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNgRJWhhwd7
But they were, they had taken care of him, fed him. They never made him wear these strange things they called clothes. He saw himself as a lion, and when he looked in the mirror, he didn't see a boy, but a lion cub, like his siblings. 585Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwO3HG83xbo
He made his plan to escape, to be free. It had been three years, but he was too far gone. They couldn't teach him to be a boy, he was a lost cause they said. He was the Lion child.585Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfvwUTv7Gac
