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FRIENDSHIP IN THE JUNGLE

A young tiger lay under a tree, not long ago he stopped being a cub.
The young tiger moved freely through the jungle, swam in the rivers and hunted wherever his prey.
There was no doubt or shame in the tiger's heart, only the jackal and the hyenas opposed him.
But his was the jungle because the tiger does not fear the jackal, because he lives on his carrion, the tiger does not fear the hyena, because it is aware of its strength and takes refuge in numbers.
Alone on his throne the tiger rested, no one dared to interrupt that rest.
But someone did it, someone had the impetus to do it, between the plants moved black and orange stripes.
Another tiger, young also but a little older, with a couple of scars on his body.
The two tigers looked at each other face to face, the heart of the youngest palpitating strongly, not like when he hunted his prey or when he felt hatred for the jackal or the hyena.
It was a new feeling, familiarity.
The younger tiger thought.
"Who are you? Are you the one who watches me from the lake bottom and the bottom of the rivers? Are you the one who follows me at night when the moon shines brightly? Are you the one who answer my screams when they are lost deep in the jungle? ".
The older tiger answers his thought simply by lighting a glimmer in his gaze.
The friendship of the tiger is sublime, opposed to the fear of the hyenas.
In unison they opened their jaws and through the jungle the echo of thunder was heard.
The friendship of the tiger knows no words, nor lies.
They moved like a lightning that bifurcates in two.
The friendship of the tiger does not respond to weaknesses, nor does it have room for concerns.
The claws of both created new stripes of red color.
The friendship of the tiger is passionate, it displaces limits. They were given more life with each blow and their impetus was raised to the heavens.
The friendship of the tiger is an infinitely ephemeral moment.