This last time it was wonderful, he could feel his energy flourish inside the seeds now, he could feel them rustle as they began to sprout. He could feel them wriggle their way through the ground. He could feel them both, there were two. He could feel as they began to twine around hugging each other close, then he felt them emerge into the warm air of the cavern. Slowly the young lion moved his paw, allowing the sprout to grow up and out of the ground.

Now he was tired. The young lion looked around for a moment. His eyes drooped as he looked for a place to lay down and rest. There not far off to his right, there was a nice hidden spot under a tree. Slowly the young lion used the last remaining bit of his energy to drag his body to the shelter of the tree and the underbrush. The young lion collapsed falling asleep under the tree in a fitful sleep.


EXIT ARISTOTLE TO SLEEP