The lion tried to run, but to no avail. The impact jumped straight down its back. The dagger in his hand sank into its heart a few times. The lion lay still. Out of habit, Tacang kicked one foot on the neck of the forest king, slammed his hand on his chest, and shouted his tribe’s scream of victory. After screaming, Tacang felt his heart flutter. Nightmare before christmas jack and zero face mask. He missed his tribe. How lovely is the forest life! But what about Acod? Going back to Acod or back to the jungle?
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