The record of the shit shoveling officer who is a lion who is not doing his job properly

16.

It finally peed in the pit.

But after urinating, it picked up the dead grass in a mess, and some even flew out. I don't know how its small body can be so powerful in picking up the pit.

I gritted my teeth and scolded it. It sat on the sidelines and licked its fur. It was like a lion talking to a cat.

I gave up my education, went forward to tidy up the pit, and threw out the wet dead grass and sand.

I have to prepare a pile of hay on the side for backup.

Why on earth should I keep it.

17.

The question of naming the little white cat was also mentioned.

Let me reiterate that I, a lion, think that the three words "little white cat" are perfect.

But Cindy and a few other lionesses unconsciously gave it some stupid names like "meow", "white", "little sweetheart" in private, completely ignoring the existence of me as the master, which makes me very uncomfortable .

I decided to think of a name these days.

But first I have to take a good nap.

18.

I walked to the edge of the lions and hyenas in the north, and found that a few hyenas that harassed the border were running into my inspection.

When I chased him out, I just slapped him with one palm, and the remaining one was slapped.

The others screamed and fled in all directions, thinking that they could escape unscathed, why?Do you think that only cheetahs can run in the entire Yahana grassland?Today I will let you taste the fate of provoking a lion.

I grabbed several of them one after another, and bit them one by one. Once seriously injured on the grassland, there is only one end to face—death.

So I'm not obsessed with killing them.

There was only one hyena running towards the forest in the northwest.

I finally caught up with it and gave it a hard hit. It had already run out of strength and was slapped to the ground. I bit its neck and snapped my teeth in anger. Blood gushed out and stained my chest The muzzle and the mane on the chest.

I let go, dropped it, raised my head, and screamed at the sky, the smell of blood scattered.

Unknowingly, I came to the junction of the grassland and the forest.

I glanced at the deep forest, flicked my tail and went back.

Fortunately, the little white cat was dumped to the group of lionesses today.

I'm not worried about its safety, it's just that it's too embarrassing to have to carry a cat around on every tour.

19.

The little white cat jumped out from the lionesses and cubs to meet me.

I lay on my side under the tree, brushing my blood-clumped hair.

It raised its head, its pink transparent nose moved, as if it was smelling blood in the air, its blue eyes looked extraordinarily large against the backdrop of its small face, in a fair comparison, the lion cub might not be as big as it big eyes.

It raised its tail and squeezed forward, scratching my leg with the tip of its tail.

I pushed it away with my nose, and the blood stains on the white hair were too difficult to clean up, so I'm not required to come then.

It reluctantly came up to lick me, its tongue is so small that even one of my beards can't be cleaned, what a waste of energy.

I didn't bother to spray it, snorted, lowered my head and continued to clean.

20.

Pure white fur is not a good choice on the grassland, it is easy to expose yourself to the sight of prey or even predators.

It foolishly runs around me every day.

Sometimes it tried to jump over me like a rabbit, but it never succeeded. It either hit my back or my belly, but I didn't care about its weight.

It hadn't climbed trees recently, instead it was mingling with those bastard cubs and jumping around, not afraid of being crushed to death.

I flicked my tail to repel the flies. I haven't figured out what to do with it when it becomes an adult. It stands to reason that male cubs should be expelled from the pride once they become adults.

By the way, it's a tomcat, and I discovered it the first time I licked and cleaned its belly.

I'm curious what his hidden cock looks like, it must be as small and delicate as his body.

I looked at the little white dots scurrying around in the distance.

Back to topic.

When it becomes an adult, it may not be able to successfully hunt its prey alone, and it may die on the grassland on the first day.

Besides, what does it catch, mouse?

It's the size that even a rabbit can't kill.

As an adult lion, it should be taught some hunting skills, just out of obligation.