The sun had started to dip down some and Moyo was back on his way to the family den. He really had an eventful day and was beat. A zebra had told him he'd fine some exciting flowers down by the watering hole. Even though Moyo had never seen flowers by the watering hole, the cub had listened and found no flowers.
Instead he'd found an angry warthog who had chased him most of the day. How could a zebra get flowers and warthogs mixed up? Sigh, maybe he HAD been tricked.
Moyo didn't want to believe that though. This cub usually liked to think about the good in everyone. What reason would the zebra have to trick him for anyway? Sigh. The lion cub went onward.
He couldn't wait to just sleep. Running was tiring.
