Once upon a time in a land not so far away, there lived a little lion. The little lion was named Leo. He lived in the beautiful grasslands of Africa with his parents and the little lion was happy. But one day, the grasslands caught on fire and in seconds the land was destroyed. In a panic to escape, all of the animals ran toward shelter, heading into the jungle. Little Leo thought he knew where he was going and tried to follow the others, but once he got to safety, he realized that there was nobody in sight. He searched and searched for his family, but he simply couldn't find them. Eventually, Leo could not go on any further. The days passed, the weeks turned into months and months turned into years. Leo had lived in the jungle all alone for over a year, with nobody but a little monkey that kept him company sometimes. Because Leo lived all by himself in the middle of nowhere, he had not had a haircut for quite some time now. The fur around his neck grew full and fluffy as the time passed. Now Leo had not forgotten about his family, and everyday in the jungle he would search just for awhile. He was convinced that he could find his family if he only had help, but none of the animals would talk to him. They were scared because of his fluffy mane. He did not look like the rest of the lions. Leo looked big and tough. Almost losing all hope, Leo decides to go look in the grasslands one last time. He looked around for awhile and Yes!! They were there! All of them noticed Leo's mane and showed him great respect, as did all of the other animals. From that day on, Leo and all of the other lions were kings of the jungle and Leo lived happily ever after. The End.
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