Living Like A Lion-The Year

Chapter 49-Fight the King

49.Fight the King

I ran to the rock and King was still sitting there. “King, come back to the stall now,” I commanded.

“No,” he snarled as he stood.

“Come and I'll bring food,” I snapped. I was rather disturbed by his response.

“No! You will lock me up again!” he growled.

“Come! There will be food!” I hissed as he got madder.

“No!” he roared as he leaped towards me.

I swerved to the side and roared, “Come! You are in no condition to fight!”

“No!” he roared again as he swiped the air where I had been.

“Please come,” I hissed as I stepped towards him.

“No! I won't be locked up; so your friends can walk freely!” he roared as he began to circle me.

“Come,” I commanded as I pounced on him, pushing him onto his side.

“NO!” he snarled as he tried to push me off, but I was stronger.

“Come peacefully,” I commanded as I lifted my paws off.

“No!” He leaped onto me and I allowed him to pin me down. “Fight me!” he growled in my face.

“No! I won't fight!” I roared as I pushed him off; so now we stood face to face with teeth baring and claws extended.

“You are not a lion! Not a king of all beasts! A lion would fight! You're a chicken!” he hissed as I swatted him and he staggered backwards.

“King, you are right; I'm not a lion! I may look and act like one occasionally, but I am defiantly not a chicken! I AM A HUMAN!” I roared as I pushed him down again; then I yelled, “JOHN HELP! KING IS GONE WILD! HELP! WE NEED TO PUT HIM TO SLEEP! HELP!”

“Calling for your fur-less friends, are you?” he purred evilly.

“They are not my friends, but MY FAMILY!” I hissed as he pushed me off him and into the mud.

John came swooshing in the mud, holding a gun at ready. “James! Get him down!” he yelled as he loaded the gun. I pushed King to the ground and John fired his gun.

I felt a prick before my leg went numb. I yelled, “YOU MISSED!” He fired again and luckily, he hit King. I got off of King and dragged my paw as I headed towards John. “Can you bring the meat to Tigger?” I asked as the numbness starting to flow up my body.

“Yes James. I'm so sorry that I hit you,” he apologized as he pulled the dart out of my leg.

“It was an accident. Leave me here. Have my father help you carry King,” I replied as the numbness began to affect my mind.

“No, we will carry you too,” he declared as he looked up at the sky. It was pouring buckets and I didn't want to be left in the rain, but a lion weighs a lot.

“No, you will hurt yourself,” I said as both hind feet went numb.

“James, I'm so sorry,” he cried as he touched my head.

“John, I know. Now get my father to help you,” I growled gently. He ran off and I dragged my hind feet a couple of yards before I slumped to the ground unable to move. I saw John and my father carry King into the barn before I fell asleep.