While hiking in the forests I once saw a dead black bear by the riverside. I didn’t have enough time to think about what happened to the bear because my heart was about to be broken by the discovering of two little cubs clinging to the dead body which wouldn’t move at all.
There is was. It was so small I almost missed it. Cute, a fuzzy little lynx cub. I didn’t know what to do with it. It was just left there in the middle of the road. I scooped it up and slipped it into my coat pocket and away we went.
Robyn
The cub was crawling on the ground looking his mother. His mother was out hunting for food for her cub. The cub was so cute. It was brown and furry. It ambled around playfully while keeping an eye out for his mother. It was very playful. I love to write about this cub.
There are many species of animals that have cubs as offspring:the lion, the wolf, the tiger and so on.
A baby. There is no cub without at least the implication of a mother, and a cub does not know right or wrong, feckless, lonely.
While hiking in the forests I once saw a dead black bear by the riverside. I didn’t have enough time to think about what happened to the bear because my heart was about to be broken by the discovering of two little cubs clinging to the dead body which wouldn’t move at all.
There is was. It was so small I almost missed it. Cute, a fuzzy little lynx cub. I didn’t know what to do with it. It was just left there in the middle of the road. I scooped it up and slipped it into my coat pocket and away we went.
The cub was crawling on the ground looking his mother. His mother was out hunting for food for her cub. The cub was so cute. It was brown and furry. It ambled around playfully while keeping an eye out for his mother. It was very playful. I love to write about this cub.