Once upon a time, in a grassy meadow, there lived three bulls. They were strong and proud, always staying together as they ate and walked around. They knew being together made them stronger.
A hungry lion in a nearby forest saw the three bulls. He wanted to eat them, but he knew he couldn't fight all three at the same time. They were too strong together, and attacking them would be too hard.
The lion was sneaky, so he came up with a plan to split the bulls apart. He hid in the tall grass and whispered lies to the bulls, making them think the others were not their friends anymore.
Over time, the bulls started to believe the lion's lies. They became worried about each other and stopped being friends. Soon, they went their own ways, each eating and walking alone.
The lion saw that his plan worked. He attacked each bull one by one, now that they were alone and weaker. Without the help of their friends, the bulls couldn't fight off the lion.
In the end, the lion ate all three bulls. His sneaky plan had turned the bulls against each other, leaving them weak and unprotected.
Once upon a time, in a meadow as bright and colorful as a big box of crayons, three bulls were the best of pals. They were like three muscly superheroes, but without the cool costumes. They knew that together, they were super strong. They'd walk around, munching on yummy grass, saying, "Hey, have you tried this spot? Best snack ever!"
Now, hiding in a nearby not-so-fun forest was a lion. But not just any lion. This lion was sneaky. Imagine a bad guy in a story, but with fur and a big mane.
This lion was so hungry, he felt like he could eat a mountain of food. But even he knew that trying to take on all three bulls would be like, well, trying to climb that mountain while carrying a backpack full of rocks. Nope, not going to happen.
So, the lion got an idea—a tricky idea. "Oh, I've got it!" he said to himself, doing a little happy dance. "Why should they be pals when they could be, you know, not pals?"
He crawled through the tall grass, quiet as a mouse, and started telling fibs to each of the bulls. He said things like, "Hey, your friend said you eat grass funny," or "Guess what? Your buddy thinks your moo is silly."
Being good-hearted and trusting, the bulls started to wonder about each other. They gave each other funny looks, sort of like when you think someone took your last piece of candy. "Hmm," they all thought, "maybe we're not such a great team after all." And just like that, they each went to their own corner, eating grass all by themselves.
The lion watched all this like he was watching the best puppet show ever. "This is so easy! I'm so smart," he thought.
And then, one by one, the lion pounced on the bulls. With no friends to help them, the bulls were in big trouble. It was like trying to win a game when you're the only one playing on your team.
In the end, the lion had a big feast. For him, it was like having all the snacks he could ever want, no sharing needed. And the bulls? Well, let's just say they learned the hard way that being together was a much, much better plan.
Three bulls roamed a field, a team so fine,
Together they'd graze, in rain or sunshine.
Munching on grass, strolling side by side,
In strength and friendship, they took great pride.
But Lion, he watched, from a shadowy tree,
His tummy rumbling, "A bull snack there'll be!"
Too tough to tackle, all three at once,
He needed a scheme, and he had a hunch.
From hiding he whispered, each bull to deceive,
"Your pals can't be trusted, you'd better believe!"
The bulls felt uneasy, mistrust grew and grew,
And soon they decided, alone they'd chew.
Lion grinned wide, his plan was a hit,
Now one by one, in his trap they'd fit.
He pounced on each bull, who'd strayed alone,
No longer strong, their cover was blown.
And so Lion feasted, his scheme had won,
Teaching the bulls, divided they're done.
In the end, it's clear to see,
Together we're stronger, like the bulls used to be.
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