The dusty savannah was quiet. Heat shimmered above the golden grass as birds wheeled overhead. Then, out of the silence, something odd: a small grey tabby cat padded slowly toward a clearing.
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At the far end of that clearing sat a lion. Full-grown. Calm. Regal. It didn’t move, just watched.
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The cat didn’t flinch. It stared right back. And then, without hesitation, it walked forward.