Our childhood is full of fables and stories of the King of the Jungle.
There is one about a lion walking through the jungle with a painful thorn in its feet.
A slave who was trying to escape his Roman masters also happened to be in the jungle.
He heard the painful whimper of the lion and went near it to find out the reason of its agony.
He observed the limp and surmised the reason of the painful cries.
So he sat beside the lion and slowly pulled out the thorn and dressed the wound with locally available herbs.
In a few days the wound healed and the lion started playing with the slave.
As time passed, each went his own way.
However the slave was soon caught and taken to prison and the lion was also caught and taken to their collosium.
As fate would have it, a gory sport was arranged for the king on his birthday.
The slaves were to be thrown in front of the hungry lions to fend for themselves.
Our slave and the lion were put in the same arena.
The poor slave was quivering in fright and praying to God, whatever His Roman name.
Imagine the slaves surprise when the lion instead of eating him came and started licking him.
You guessed right, it was the same lion. How could it eat its friend?
Unlike politicians, animals have a code of conduct.
They don’t eat their friends.
There was another story of a mouse that disturbed a sleeping lion
Now lions, just like humans like to take their noon siesta undisturbed after a good meal.
So it isn’t any surprise that the lion became very very angry and was in the mood to eat the mouse.
But having had a good meal just an hour ago and listening to the entreaties of the mouse, the lion let it go.
The mouse thanked the lion profusely and promised the lion that someday, he would repay the lion for this kindness.
The lion just guffawed.
How could the mouse help him?
Bur God has his ways for deflating the pride of the haughtiest and the mightiest.
One day the lion was caught in the net of an animal trapper who supplied animals to the zoo.
The lions roar of anger reached all corners of the jungle.
How could this happen to him, the king of the jungle?
He roared through the night.
The mouse also heard the roar.
He reached the lion in the morning, just before the trapper could, and freed the lion.
And they lived happily ever after.
My friend Ganesan from Chennai has sent this true story :) of a lion.
I’ll use his own words.
“In a poor zoo of India, a lion was frustrated as he was offered not more
than 1 kg of meat a day.
The lion thought its prayers were answered, when one day a Dubai Zoo
Manager visited the zoo and requested the zoo management to shift the lion
to Dubai Zoo.
The lion was so happy and started thinking of a central A/c environment, a
goat or two every day.
On its first day after arrival, the lion was offered a big bag, sealed
very nicely for breakfast.
The lion opened it quickly but was shocked to see that it contained a few bananas.
The lion thought that may be the zoo keepers cared too much for him as they were worried about his stomach as he had recently shifted from India.
The next day the same thing happened, more bananas.
On the third day again the same food,
a bag of bananas was delivered.
The lion was furious; it stopped the delivery boy and blasted him,
‘don’t you know I am the lion...king of the Jungle, what's wrong with
What nonsense is this?
Why are you delivering bananas to me?'
The delivery boy politely said, 'Sir, I know you are the king of the jungle but you have been brought here on a monkey's visa!!!
Moral of the Story....
BETTER TO BE A LION IN INDIA THAN A MONKEY ELSEWHERE