Deadly Preditor

As the gleaming sun goes down over the horizon the Lion goes to hunt. It zooms through the Africa everglades chasing with its tangled mane blowing in the wind. Its enormous, untamed, blood-thirsty face with its razor sharp teeth are ready to bite. Darting so rapidly with its strong legs, short haired body, and his smooth, tan skin. The lion roars as it gnaws at its victum. Its roar sounds like a train horn as if you were next to it. You can compare a Lion to a really fast, black dotted Cheeta. He gobbles his dinner and waits for his next meal the next night.