“I need to run to the other side of
the savanna,” Mother Antelope said to Baby Antelope. “Please don’t stray away.
The grassland is dangerous.”
“Okay, Mom,” Baby Antelope said obediently. “I
will keep indoors.”
Mother Antelope tousled her hair. “Good girl,”
she said, kissed her, and left.
Soon Baby Antelope got thirsty. But where could
she find water to drink?
Forgetting what Mother Antelope had told her,
Baby Antelope slunk to the banks of the river gurgling through the savanna.
She lowered her head to drink when she heard
Father Lion roaring behind her.
Baby Antelope remembered her mother’s words.
She began to bawl.
“Why are you crying so?” Father Lion asked.
In a plaintive voice, Baby Antelope said, “Mother
Lion has just carried my mother up that hill.”
“She should not dine alone,” Father Lion
growled. His mane stood up around his neck. “Wait for me here, okay? I will
bring you your mother right away.”
Baby Antelope curtsied. “Oh, thank you very
much, Father Lion,” she said gratefully and Father Lion dashed away.
As soon as he got beyond earshot, Baby Antelope
sprang off with leaps as high and as far as she could.
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