In a quiet corner of the jungle, a tiny lion cub named Leo sat alone, his small body curled tightly into itself. His stomach growled, the hunger gnawing at him relentlessly. His eyes, wide and full of worry, darted around as he looked for his mother. But she was nowhere to be seen.
Leo had been waiting for what felt like hours, but no one came. His tiny paws rubbed against his empty belly. He had tried calling out for her, his voice weak and desperate, but only the echoes of the jungle answered. His mother had been busy hunting, and Leo had been left behind—without food, without comfort.
As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the grass, Leo’s cries grew louder. “Mama… Mama… Milk…” His tiny voice trembled, full of hunger and sadness. His eyes looked up at the sky, as if waiting for a miracle. His tiny body swayed from weakness, but he still clung to hope.
