The lion and the rabbit short story

Long long ago there lived a cruel lion in the deep forest. It was a greedy lion and started killing all the animals in the forest. Seeing this, the animals gathered and decided to approach the lion to not killing all of them at a time. They decided that everyday one of them should come by themselves for lion's prey.

One day, it was the turn of the rabbits. A little rabbit voluntarily agreed to go to the lion’s cave. The rabbit was wise. It decided to take its own time to go to the Lion. The Lion was getting impatient on not seeing any animal come by and swore to kill all animals on the next day.

The rabbit then went to the Lion by sunset. The Lion was angry at him. But the wise rabbit was calm and slowly told the Lion that it was not his fault. He told the Lion that a group of rabbits were came with me for your pray in the day but on the way, an angry Lion attacked and ate all rabbits. Somehow I escaped from there to reach safely. The rabbit also said that the other Lion was challenging the supremacy of the Lion. The Lion was naturally very enraged and asked to be taken to the location of the other Lion.

The wise rabbit agreed and led the Lion towards a deep well filled with water. Then he showed the Lion his reflection in the water of the well. The Lion was furious and started growling and naturally its image in the water, the other Lion, was also equally angry. Then the Lion jumped into the water to attack the other Lion and kill it but lost its life in the well. Thus the wise rabbit saved the forest and all animals from the proud Lion.

Moral: Intelligence wins over might.

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