Long long ago across a great and vast tropical sea there was an unehabbited island, rich with dense jungle, marshes, and tropical savannahs. This land were home to a great huge panther-Leopard cross. His name was Bindi. He stood at least eight feet at the shoulder with a body some 12 feet in length. Many hunters had tried to find him and take his picture to sell in wildlife magiznes such as National geogrphic. But the panther was very essluive and defyed the efforts of even the greatest hunters. Useally it was the other way around Bindi found the men and lying in ambush in a high ficus tree he would crash down upon the victims back. Ripping out the throat and dragging the human back up into the tree Though the guides that acommpanyed the photogaphers had rifles with them they couldn't kill because of the curse. ( The real Bindi is a domestic kitty, just a story)
Bindi was gigantic, because once while he was a kitten a group of hunter-gathers found and killed his mother for food. Then taking pitty on the kitten their leader Panthermongomy gave it a powder from a huge flowering plant with gaping teeth on whip like leaves that curved inwards and outwards like the teeth of tiger jaws. This enabled Bindi to grow to twice the average size for a black leopard and to live twice as long. The savages needed a religious idel and so they worshipped him and paced a curse with their shamans magic saying that leopard ghosts shall raise from the water, trees and grass to hunt down any who harm the cat, and take their souls to Great Dark. And so Bindi lived on this island of lost time separated from the western world until a small band of fishermen had brought this greatest of tales to chivlization.
Bosses of flim companies in the usa and europe had heard wild tales from the fishermen who had visited and so they started betting bigger and bigger sums of money to their wildlife flimakers if they could go to the island, take a picture and come out of it alive. Also the winner would get a free shipment of Innnova Evo cat food for years. But though they tried and tried for years no one wanted to go to the lush jungle to risk death by the leopard ghosts who prowled the shadows or by Bindi himself. The media wanted so badly to get a picture of Bindi before he died from old age because an ugent message from Thecatsite stated to the world that they wanted his picture.
He was eighteen when John Mi stood up at his office meeting with the boss of National georapic. "I'll do it sir I'll go to the black jungle where Bindi lives and take his picture. I'll brave the leopard ghosts and the savages. The dark rivers where huge crocadiles swim. The hot humid jungle heat and humidity. The thought of this adventure entrills me" " How do you know that your willing? Many others have lied to me for the fame and thrill only to back out of it when they hear the stories from the natives who will go with you on your hunt.", "I'm differen't I'm brave. I can do this please..... please sir. Give me the chance", "I'll think about it" Said the man in his office chair while looking at some travel papers and wills of those who had died. ( To be continued.)
Panther Pride here. Do you like my writing?. I'm trying to decide on either being a fiction writer or an Art Teacher.
Bindi was gigantic, because once while he was a kitten a group of hunter-gathers found and killed his mother for food. Then taking pitty on the kitten their leader Panthermongomy gave it a powder from a huge flowering plant with gaping teeth on whip like leaves that curved inwards and outwards like the teeth of tiger jaws. This enabled Bindi to grow to twice the average size for a black leopard and to live twice as long. The savages needed a religious idel and so they worshipped him and paced a curse with their shamans magic saying that leopard ghosts shall raise from the water, trees and grass to hunt down any who harm the cat, and take their souls to Great Dark. And so Bindi lived on this island of lost time separated from the western world until a small band of fishermen had brought this greatest of tales to chivlization.
Bosses of flim companies in the usa and europe had heard wild tales from the fishermen who had visited and so they started betting bigger and bigger sums of money to their wildlife flimakers if they could go to the island, take a picture and come out of it alive. Also the winner would get a free shipment of Innnova Evo cat food for years. But though they tried and tried for years no one wanted to go to the lush jungle to risk death by the leopard ghosts who prowled the shadows or by Bindi himself. The media wanted so badly to get a picture of Bindi before he died from old age because an ugent message from Thecatsite stated to the world that they wanted his picture.
He was eighteen when John Mi stood up at his office meeting with the boss of National georapic. "I'll do it sir I'll go to the black jungle where Bindi lives and take his picture. I'll brave the leopard ghosts and the savages. The dark rivers where huge crocadiles swim. The hot humid jungle heat and humidity. The thought of this adventure entrills me" " How do you know that your willing? Many others have lied to me for the fame and thrill only to back out of it when they hear the stories from the natives who will go with you on your hunt.", "I'm differen't I'm brave. I can do this please..... please sir. Give me the chance", "I'll think about it" Said the man in his office chair while looking at some travel papers and wills of those who had died. ( To be continued.)
Panther Pride here. Do you like my writing?. I'm trying to decide on either being a fiction writer or an Art Teacher.
