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  • Exposition/Introduction
  • Main Conflict
  • Rising Action
  • It was a searing hot day on the savanna, the rain is late and prey is scarce. The pangs of hunger pulse through my stomach, I have to kill today- for my cub. If I don't pull some thing off, we'll starve... He's growing fast and needs a lot to eat. 
  • Climax
  • A sharp chirp from my son startles me for a second, "Look, there's something we can feast for days on!" he calls in an excited tone. "No," I reply sternly. "That's not prey, hunting those will get us killed, the no-fur's will shoot us for attacking their pets." I glance around nervously, ready to bolt at any moment. 
  • Falling Action
  • "Com'on mother, what's the harm? We're the fastest land animals on the planet, anything tries to get us we can jus' sprint off. No trouble!" I'm about to respond when my headstrong son turns and skips in the direction of the herded animals. "No! Get back here!" I exclaim with terror. "You're going to get us both in a dangerous predicament!" I Race after him, but by the time I catch him he's pinned down a young goat.
  • Resolution/Conclusion
  • The scent of blood fills my nose, and for a second I'm pleased that my young son was able to dispatch this plump little kid. I shake the pride away and clout my son on his head. He turns around and is about to say something when a loud CRACK erupts behind me, And he falls twitching to the ground.I see the light fade from his eyes before I accelerate forward.
  • A few seconds later I hear another piercing CRACK, and leap to the side as if I were escaping a lion or leopard. I run as fast as I possibly could until I felt as though my lungs would burst. My legs give out under me and I slump to the ground. My son, my last cub from my first litter, was dead. I regain my composure and limp away. My chest ached, not from running, for the loss of all my efforts as a mother.
  •  One year later... My sleep is ended abruptly by a set of needle sharp teeth lodged on the back of my neck. "Off, go play with your sister." I mew patiently. My confident little cub launches herself from my back where she was perched and pounces on her smaller sister. I smile with contentment, and roll over in the shade of an acacia tree, closing my eyes for another few minutes.
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