A boy about eighteen was crossing a small creek in search of the greatest kill of his life a mountain lion. He could hear the small croak of frogs as they hid from him as he crossed the creek. His belly rumbled he frowned as he thought to himself, I haven't eaten since six in the morning. He stumbled over a stone and fell down into the creek. He looked up and smiled as he saw a female mountain lion sleeping under a small outcropping of rock. He reached for the longbow that was strapped firmly to his back. He reached back into his quiver and pulled out his favorite white feathered arrow.
This arrow his father had given him the night before he left on his rite of passage into the adults of his highland village. He shot the arrow swift and true it pierced the female lions heart. The mountain lion died instantly from the blow from the arrow. He walked over to the carcass of the dead female mountain lion and as he studied his kill he saw three crying mountain lion cubs hiding under their mothers body. He thought to himself their crying will probably attract the mate. To his surprise he was right.
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