1 How we met. Chapter One.

I was a young girl and I loved spending time with my father In the jungle . Father was a biologist and his faveoriate hobby was studying the behavior of animals. I was told by my father to go play but not wonder to far and I didn't or atleast so I thought. There was a little whimper and a big roar I was five at the time and I moved torwards the sound. Then in front of me was a tiny lepoard cub. It looked not even a month old and I held it in my arms I didn't know where it's mom went I searched for her but to no avail. The cub was all alone. I didn't want it to suffer or go without food. I wrapped my coat around it and searched for my way back, with it in my arms. I finally got home it was dark and explained it to my father. I told him the lepoard cub was all alone, and it needed someone to take care of it. So my father agreed to let me keep it and take care of it myself. I laid it down next to me in our trailer and made a bed for it a big one out of bamboo , palm tree leaves and straw as well as my blanket when I was little a quilt that filled the inside of the bed. When it was finished I put it in the bed I made him and decided to name it Fongalo.