The black leopard rests on a tree limb after a long day of hunting prey. He remains vigilant, however, as monkeys are known to pass by this way, and they make a delicious treat. He daydreams of chasing antelope and warthogs, his tail twitching as his thoughts race through the dense rainforest. Suddenly, his reverie is broken by a sound:
"Who's my Dommy kitty? Who's my widdle baby? What a good boy!"
The black leopard sighs deeply, accepting his fate with a tail lash and a glare.
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