One day, a stag was drinking water from a stream in the forest. Suddenly, he heard dogs barking in the distance. He knew hunters were coming and he had to run away quickly.
The stag ran as fast as he could to get away from the hunters and their dogs. Sometimes, his big antlers got stuck in tree branches and slowed him down, but he kept running because he knew he had to escape.
After running for a while, the stag found a dark cave. He thought it was a good place to hide, so he went inside. He hoped the hunters and their dogs would not find him there. He went deep into the cave and tried to make himself as small as possible.
But the cave was not empty. A big lion was inside, resting. The stag's entrance woke the lion up. The lion looked at the stag and was very hungry. The stag didn't have time to do anything before the lion jumped on him and caught him.
The stag's effort to run away from the hunters led him to an even worse situation, as he was caught by the lion in the end.
Once upon a time, in a far-off forest, a stag was sipping water from a stream like he was at some five-star woodland café. "Ah, nothing like a fresh drink of water to—"
Woof-woof! Arf-arf! Suddenly, the distant barking of dogs echoed through the forest. "Blimey! That doesn't sound like the neighborhood welcoming committee," the stag said, rolling his eyes. "Those hunters are at it again! Time for me to skedaddle!"
The stag's legs turned into turbo engines, and he shot through the forest like a rocket. Zoom, zoom, ZOOM! But every so often, his big antlers—his "crown of inconvenience," he called them—would get tangled in some tree branches. "Oi! I'm in a rush here, can't you trees be a bit more polite?" he grumbled, but didn't stop.
At last, he saw it—a dark, cozy cave that looked like the VIP section of a forest nightclub. "Oh, perfect! I'll just pop in here, you know, off the grid for a bit."
Tip-toeing inside, he went as far back into the cave as he could, trying to make himself as tiny as possible. "They'll never find me here. I'm practically invisible! I'm like the forest's top hide-and-seek champion!"
Just then, he heard a big yawn. "Was that me? No, couldn't be. I'm wide awake! More awake than a squirrel on an espresso run!"
Turns out, it was a lion, lounging in the back of the cave like he owned the place. The lion stretched, revealing his sharp teeth. "Well, hello there. Room service has arrived, and it looks delicious!"
The stag gulped. "Uh, hello, Mr. Lion. Lovely weather we're having, isn't it? Cloudy with a chance of—RUN!"
But before the stag could even think of making a bolt for it, the lion pounced, and well, let's just say our stag friend didn't have to worry about hunters or tree branches anymore.
And so, the stag, who tried to dodge one problem, found himself in an even stickier wicket.
In a forest lush and green,
A stag at a stream was keen,
Sipping water, feeling fine,
Till he heard a warning sign.
Woof-woof, bark-bark, went the sound,
Hunters' dogs were closing round!
"I must run," thought Stag, "and fast,
Or this day could be my last."
Off he dashed through wood and vale,
With the dogs hot on his trail.
Though his antlers grand and tall,
In the branches they did stall.
Still he ran, no time to weep,
Till he found a cave so deep.
"Here I'll hide," thought he with care,
"Those old hunters won't look there."
But oh no, what’s this he found?
A lion woke with a growling sound!
Hungry Lion licked his lips,
Stag had made his final trip.
Stag thought he’d dodged his fate's design,
But found a lion, not so benign.
Running from one danger near,
Led him to another, oh dear!
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