I awoke to the sound of bats flying out of the cave, which was odd considering the way sunlight was shining in, told me it was mid-day. That means that something in the cave was making a rucus. I jumped up and scaned my surroundings, standing in shorts made for the skin of a cheetah. It was dark in the cave but years of living here had driven me to rely on other senses to get around. So I closed my eyes and focused on what I could hear. After a few minutes I heard a sound that I hadn't heard in years, Footsteps. Someone was in the my cave and that wasn't a good thing, for I am not the only creature besides the bats living in this cave. Towards the front passage of the cave lived a family of lions and that spelled danger for anyone who came across them.
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Trog and the Brit. By- CREATIVE SOUNDZZZZ
HumorBilly had been my bestfriend for years, at this point he was basiclly my brother. No one understands me like billy does, it was like he could pick up on my thoughts as if our mimds were connected. Thats a story for another time though, for this is...
