For beings who are lucky enough to be born with soft, aerodynamic feathers and a naturally royal demeanor, the jungle will always be “home.”
There is nothing like surveying your turf from up high in the jungle canopy, seeing everything while still remaining unseen yourself.
In fact, just how the “lion” – that round downy snoozing butterball – ever ended up with the title of “king of the jungle” is an error you are determined to correct.
The so-called “king of the jungle” prepares for another restful nap. -image courtesy of Wikipedia.
Here I am, high up in my jungle canopy.
I can see everything, but I blend in perfectly so no one can see me.
My naturally royal demeanor is proof enough that the title of “king of the jungle” belongs to me.
I will just wait here for the crown to arrive.
Hi, Mom. Waffles? Well, sure, the Small Tree can borrow part of my jungle to make some waffles – after all, that is a dish fit for a king.
Author: Shannon Cutts
Co-Author: Pearl Cutts