Lion Lianmeng

The possibility of usurping the throne is not high.

When a male lion becomes an adult, its size will become very large, usually twice the size of an adult female lion. It is a full three meters in length and weighs more than 200 kilograms. It is a veritable behemoth.With this body shape, even if they do nothing in the lion pride, just standing there is enough to deter foreign enemies from easily invading.

But the premise of all this is that they are adults.

An immature male lion cannot reach this size.

Needless to say, young male lion cubs were not much bigger than domestic cats in childhood, and their small heads were not as big as the paw of an adult male lion; Finally, there was an earth-shaking change.

But no matter how great the change is, it barely reaches the size of an adult lioness, and there is still a big gap compared to a real adult male lion.

Therefore, Timmy, who has just grown into a sub-adult male lion, is still in a difficult state of being "half a head shorter than the adult lioness mother, but only half the size of the male lion fathers".

If you challenge an adult male lion beyond your capacity in such a state, you will still be two adult male lions...

Timmy had to face an extremely cruel fact painfully: "They may not even have to fight me. Just relying on their combined weight of more than 400 kilograms is enough to crush me to death."

The situation is too serious.

As a matter of urgency, Timmy thinks that he should find a way to eat more. Only by eating more can he grow stronger; only by growing stronger can he narrow the gap in weight with adult male lion fathers.

Thinking of this, he temporarily gave up his plan to usurp the throne immediately, and decided to make a strategic transfer first.

He retreated silently from the grass.

The black-maned Karl, who was basking leisurely in the sun, couldn't help but slightly raised his eyelids, and whimpered: "Brother, your son... the little brat who has been spying on us is gone."

Lying on his side on the grass, stretching his limbs freely, the very lazy Golden Mane Casa was indifferent: "Oh."

The two big cats, which can sleep twenty hours a day, continued to sleep with their eyes closed.

Lion Kings: Don't worry too much about your son, just get out sooner or later...

the other side,

The little male lion, who will be kicked out sooner or later, is still trying to save himself.

Timmy approached Allen and said he wanted to have a meeting together.

Allen, who was licking his fur, didn't want to talk to him.

Clever Timmy planned to use a piece of cow bone he had hidden to lure him, so he turned around and ran out to get the bone...

Andre came out uninvited and beat Allen up.

Timmy ran over with a cow bone in his mouth

Allen: "Eat the bones without meat. I love meetings. I love meetings the most. Let's have meetings now!"

Andre: smile.JPG

Timolius glanced at Andre with disgust, and put the bone he liked under his body cherishingly, considering that everyone was facing the same crisis, and also considering that the two brothers were not as well informed as he, and could learn from him. Humans (he still believes that that world is his own) heard the bad news of 'being kicked out of the house'...

Boss Timmy tolerated the meddling of his bloodless brother. At least one more lion would give him more strength.

He imitated how the anthropologist on the screen taught the students, squatting with a serious expression between the two sub-adult male lion brothers, and seriously said, "If we don't want to be kicked out of the lion pride, we must defeat the two lions." The conclusion of a male lion father', and based on the observation of the two male lion fathers just now, a simple method was obtained, and I solemnly asked the male lion brothers: "What do you think? Also, can you stop asking me to name them? Criticism? Aaron, you can lick your thigh later, okay? Andre, if you continue to play with my tail secretly with your paw, I will bite you back."

"sorry."

Andre shrunk his head guiltily, afraid of offending his difficult brother, he hurriedly apologized.

Then, he pretended to lower his head, and thought for a while with a serious expression, trying to prove that he was not distracted at all, and he was not thinking about why his brother's tail hair was so soft, nor was he thinking about his fluffy round hair. Small ears, how can they be contained in the mouth...

In the end, in order to avoid saying the wrong thing and being hated by his younger brother again, he decided not to express any of his opinions, but cunningly had a peace and made an impartial concluding statement: "So, brother, your Meaning, we should get fatter first, right?"

Eat a little fatter first?

Eat a little fatter first?

Although this summary seems correct.

But why does it sound so lacklustre?

"You, are you serious?" Timmy didn't know what to say for a moment.

After thinking for a long time, he came up with a new way of saying: "It might be better if you change the way of saying it. For example, we need to add some heavyweight strength or something..."

Andre nodded eagerly.

He repeated like a parrot: "Yes, yes, what we want to do is to increase the strength of the heavyweights."

Timmy: ...Forget it.

He turned his head and cast expectant and encouraging eyes on Allen: "Allen, what do you think?"

Allen looked confused: "What?"

Then, the sub-adult male lion cub with a Mediterranean hairstyle whimpered and said, "I have no problem with fighting or eating fat. Being kicked out of the lion pride? Does it mean that you want to leave the lion pride? Sounds good. !"

Under Timmy's disbelieving eyes...

Allen was suddenly excited: "If I leave the lion group, will I be able to see more animals and fight more enemies? This is really great! When are we leaving? Can you hurry up?"

Timmy, dumbfounded, immediately decided to deprive the sand sculpture Allen of his right to speak.

He pretended not to hear what Allen said, and started discussing the next topic directly and authoritarianly: "Let's talk about how to increase the strength of the heavyweight class."

The air became quieter.

Allen yawned, and after receiving Andre's fierce stare, he hurriedly covered his mouth with his front paws.

Watching Timmy getting more and more angry.

Andre hurried over to please him: "Brother, we will do whatever you say."

Timmy wasn't too pleased, but couldn't fault it either.

He turned his head and continued to look at Alan who did not speak.

Allen really couldn't understand this scene.

He habitually touched the top of his head with his front paws, and found that the mane on the top of his head still hadn't grown out, so he continued to answer bluntly and bluntly: "If you want to eat fat, of course you have to catch more prey, so what's the use of meeting? Go straight to the hunt!"

... Who doesn't know how to go hunting?

Shouldn't everyone discuss how to form an alliance, how to cooperate collectively, and how to hunt efficiently?

Timmy, who couldn't communicate with the two sand sculpture brothers at all, was very tired.

He thought sadly: "I, am I really going to fight alone?"

The author has something to say: Well, don't laugh, Timmy is right in thinking.

For example, when you think about it, when you are fighting, a fat man with a height of two meters and almost three hundred catties appears among the enemies. If you look up at the fat man dully, will you feel fear?