Another night, another murder. This one screamed so loudly I
thought I would puke my fucking guts out. God almighty, that
kid had a powerful pair of lungs. I hate my job, but it's
God's work, and if I don't do it, some other pathetic little
soul will have to. I thought about munching a bit off the
leg, I get so hungry sometimes. But I just couldn't. I knew
the others would be waiting for me. And they are more
important. I just dragged the body across the sand,
murmuring a prayer of thanks to the cool breeze. Another
victim, another victory.

The pride was proud of me. The little cubs came over,
licking the blood off my paws affectionately before sinking
their teeth into the fresh antelope. I was tired, but
satisfied. Praise the Lord, for He has created the savannah
and populated it with prey for His children. Amen.