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.651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvF66N8aed0
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.651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH3tMaF370v
"Use the fork and knife."651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbj4vr5MaZA
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.651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiJbReFuBNL
"They aren't your family"651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb1rGxwbdUg
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. 651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQnUmpHn40l
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.651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKWJjR6wQMK
