In the heart of a vast, golden savanna, where grasses swayed in the wind 🎡 and acacia trees cast long shadows, lived a mighty lion 🎡. His mane was like a flame, and his roar was so powerful that even the wind fell silent at its sound. All the animals on the savanna respected him and were a little afraid of him, for he was the king of these lands. But one day, even this great lion found himself in serious trouble 🎡.

It was a hot afternoon, and the lion, tired from hunting, decided to take a nap 🎡 under a sprawling tree. He was lying there, purring quietly, when suddenly he felt something tickling his nose. He opened one eye and saw a small, gray mouse running across his mane as if it were a playground. β€œWhat insolence!” roared the lion, raising his paw to catch the little intruder. The mouse, quick as the wind, squeaked with fear 🎡 and found herself in his great paw.