ion is baptised as the King of the jungle, but is it really? The glimmering beauty of its fur-thickened skin is often times endearing, but the real reason it is perpetually murmured as the King is due to its incredible predatory skills; it feasts upon multitudes of deer, that are moving with the dexterity of a seasoned professional and rummaging for shelter, yet this remains an ambition as lions pierce through their skin and grinds raw meat. Humanity is also meandering through the jungles , and after painstakingly looking for their prey pounding it with precise mechanical gun, hitting through the heart as the body whispers to the soul that it's over! However, the carcass caked in wounds is transitioned into a crusty yet creamy curry. Oliver hoists himself up but then he peers a proprietor, who was poignantly killing a group of lions; this perjurer though that his forlorn deck of cash is going to let him implement his imbecility. A raucous scream is heard! Oliver had witnessed it. A speck of what his saw was the plastically deformed ligaments of the dejecting lion, and a perennial stream of scarlet fluid covering the ground. As it dispensed the ground, perpetual whimpering of his son was heard: he was traumatised by this despicable deed. Oliver tried to intercede and help the poor being, but it was too late. The abhorrent death occurred, as he tried to throw a knife toward the proprietor.