The Lion and the Mouse – A Giggle in the Jungle
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Deep in the heart of the jungle, under a big shady tree, a lion named Leo the Loud was trying to nap.
He stretched, yawned, and declared, “The king needs his beauty sleep!”
But the jungle had other plans.
Birds were chirping, monkeys were chattering, and, right near his tail, a tiny mouse was singing,
“Cheese, cheese, oh what a breeze!”
Snap! Leo’s eyes popped open.
“Who dares disturb my royal nap?” he roared, shaking the trees so hard that a coconut fell on his head.
The little mouse squeaked, “Eeep! Sorry, your majesty! I was just passing by!”
The Mouse Who Couldn’t Stop Talking
Leo pinned the mouse gently under his paw. “Aha! A snack that sings!” he said, licking his lips dramatically.
But the mouse was a quick talker. “Oh no, no, no, mighty king! You wouldn’t eat a mouse who could tell great jokes, would you?”
Leo blinked. “Jokes?”
“Of course! How do lions like their toast?” the mouse said.
“How?”
“Roarsted!”
Leo snorted. Then he laughed so hard that the birds flew away.
“You’re funny, little furball. Fine, I’ll let you go. But only because kings appreciate good humor.”
The mouse squeaked, “Someday I’ll repay you, my royal snugglepaws!” and zoomed off before Leo could change his mind.
Trouble in the Trap
Days later, Leo wandered through the jungle humming, “Roar, roar, I’m handsome and strong!”
Suddenly—snap!—a hunter’s net dropped from above!
Leo roared and struggled, but the more he fought, the tighter it became.
“Help! This is not a good look for a king!” he growled, hanging upside down.
The noise carried through the trees until a tiny voice squeaked, “Hold on, big buddy! The Mouse Rescue Team is here!”
The mouse scurried up the ropes and began nibbling and chewing with his teeny teeth.
“Chew faster, please,” Leo groaned, “before someone mistakes me for a jungle chandelier!”
The Big Rescue and the Bigger Laugh
At last, the ropes snapped!
Leo fell to the ground with a big THUD!—right into a bush of daisies.
He shook his mane and sneezed out petals. “Achoo! Smells like victory!”
The mouse giggled. “Told you I’d repay you someday!”
Leo smiled warmly and said, “You saved my royal tail, little friend. I owe you one.”
“Just promise to laugh more and roar less,” said the mouse.
And from that day on, the king of the jungle and the tiniest talker became best friends—sharing jokes, naps, and a very long rope as a friendship bracelet.
The End !
