Jabata

     “I wonder if I’ll ever be a king at all”, said the cub in a somber tone he had adopted recently.     His mother chuckled softly and continued grooming her son. His fur was caked in mud and all sorts of unseemly impurities, after a rather horridly failed attempt to use a turtle shell as a slide. It had rained heavily last night and slippery slopes and mud pools dotted the landscape, along with the rejuvenated sea of bright green grass.     “Stop complaining and have fun for a change! That slide was awesome!”, stated his sister, who was being cleaned up as well.     “Zira, let your brother gather h