16 August 2012
"Go ahead sweetie, chose a lion!" My mother called to me and I brightened. I wanted the one unique one called Zion. Edging towards it, I began to feel frightened.
"Mummy? Can I have this one with the unusual face?" My mothers own face screwed up like a ball. "It doesn't look like it would do well in the race," She sighed and my heart started to fall.
"But Mummy! I don't want the cute ones, I want the different one!" Mother sighed again. "It's got short legs and doesn't look like it can run!" But soon laughing down the hallway, came the 'Lion's Men'
One smiled at me, "Which one do you like girly?" I glanced at my mother who glared at Zion in disgust. "Zion. I would like Zion please, the one with its mane all curly!" The men smiled at me, they were men to trust.
Mother narrowed her eyes, "You better get riding him then," I giggled at my happy Lion and rushed out to the open, desert air. After two hours of riding, I made us tired friends a den. My mother frowned at Zion from the garden pool and I gave her the 'evil stare'
My Zion. My Lion. My Life. My Race. My Win. My Medal.
Lion Riding. • Opuss № I