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You could hear them howling in the night, little cub was frightened. His mother said ‘you are a lion my son, you musn’t be afraid. For one day all the beasts will bow to you, you will be King. All the stags will bow, all the wolves will bow, the bears in the north, and the foxes in the south. All the birds in the sky and beasts in the seas. They will all come to you little lion, to rest a crown upon your head.’ The cub said ‘will I be fierce and strong like my father?’ ‘Yes’, said his Mother, ‘you will be fierce and strong, just like your father’

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