It was a time, a cheetah . . . by Lena-Panthera, literature
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It was a time, a cheetah . . .
One evening, a grandfather said to his granddaughter, "There was a time; a cheetah . . ." The story of the day started like this:
There was a time; a cheetah. This cheetah, it was me.
I was born in India, in the Madya Pradesh. It was during the 40s. I had a mother and three brothers. I was the only female of the litter, my mother's first litter. She was a young and pretty Asiatic cheetah female, fast and brave, good huntress. We were not hungry. We sucked height up what our mother refuses. Bah! We liked meat too.
It was the most carefree period of my cheetah life.
Our mother taught us how to hunt with living fawns. We chased them. It was