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A Lion’s Lover

A lion once fell madly in love with a rich man’s beautiful daughter. So the beast went to the rich man’s residence.

“Contractor,” began the lion. “I’m in love with your daughter. Please allow me to marry her.”

“For you, my daughter? Why would you even dream I would give her to you?” replied the Rich man.

“If you don’t,” growled the lion. “I will kill you.”

“Ok… but you should agree to my proposals.”

The lion readily accepted the offer. Nothing mattered to him if he could marry the Rich man’s beautiful daughter.

“Ok then …, when you come the next day, I want you to come with your claws removed,” said the Rich man. “… My daughter may find you unattractive with your sharp claws sticking out.”

“Definitely, I will do that if that’s what my would-be-wife wants me to do.”
So the next day, the beast went to the Rich man’s house like a faithful lover with all his sharp claws removed. When he was shown the clean paws, the Contractor was pleased.

“Ok good. Now you like a real lover,” complimented the Rich man and the lion was all ears thinking that he could please his father-in-law.

“Now can I have her?” requested the lion.

“Don’t worry; she is all yours from now on. But you still look beastly with all your sharp teeth. Once you remove them all, you could have her.”

"If I could marry her, I would need nothing, the lion thought. She was all that I ever require.

So the next day, the excited lion went to the Rich man’s residence. All his teeth were successfully removed.

“So you want my daughter, huh?” asked the Contractor. Why did you think I would give her to you, animal?”

“But you promised…” stammered the lion but gathering his courage, “if you don’t I will kill you.”

“Ha ha ha…” the Rich man laughed. “Who is afraid of a clawless-toothless lion?”

Defeated, the lion went to the woods, heartbroken. He felt as if thousand spears were gradually piercing his body. And nearby a river, he started banging his head until blood filled his entire body only to start the process all over again when the image of Rich man’s beautiful daughter clicked in his mind.

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