With a soft thud you landed upon a familiar feeling surface. It was Lion fur, no doubt about it. You took a moment to regain your composure yet again after your smelly flight. You gasped to find you was not looking at one of the adults but into the sleeping eyes of one of the male cubs. The cub snoozed lightly your impact having been insufficient to wake the sleeping beast. You sighed as you were yet again in a precarious location. Having seen the gruesome antics of the cubs earlier you had no desire to be near one of them, asleep or not. But you had two choices. Either climb down his muzzle and past his mouth or climb over his head and down his belly or rear. Both would have risks, but to remain on his muzzle was to invite death.
You didn't have time to ponder, you immediately...
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