MUDDY

THE LION’S HAIR

When I approached near the rocks where she set the food on the ground, I saw a red heart. It was a bleeding and lively heart . I picked up carely “It could have been lost by a woman”. I thought just when I stared the soft and tender viscera.
I wraped it which greatest care, covered it which a white piece of warm clothes.
I spent a long time to find out who was the woman who had lost the heart in the mid.dle of Etiopia’s desert.
I looked anxiously at to first woman who passed and Oh my dad! The woman hadn’t heart. She was, without doubt, owner of my discovery.
It was odd and when I said I had found your heart, she angryly responded she hadn’t lost anything.
Thousands of women passed, old, youn, beautiful, non attractive, blonde, brown...I perceived one of them had only the place not your heart, because she believed to have it or because without it she feel divinely.

A day I saw a woman with her heart which beat and felt. I don’t know why I gave it to somebody who had an alive one and I decided to present that heart that all the women had refused.

She was rich with two hearts and was radiant, so she lived happyly sharing a heart with his friend wise and the other with her tam lion.