Hunting

The king was still the king.

Slaves were still slaves.

After the cold father lost his temper, he lay in the shade of the bushes and fell asleep.

After eating its fill, the warthog had to continue working.

It did not have to die. It had food, water, the protection of a lion, and could watch the wonderful show of the lion king being abused by his son for free. What was there to ask for when a pig was born like this?

It only hoped that this cub would let it dig holes forever.

It would never encounter such a beautiful task in a few lifetimes.

As long as it was still useful, it could live happily and enjoy the happy life of eating and sleeping.

I'll dig!

I'll dig!

I'll dig, dig, dig!

In order to show its value and respect in front of this cub, it worked especially hard.

After spending a few days together, it finally realized that this cub without claws was the true supervisor of this pride.