red ribbon lion king

Chapter 11 Creating the First Territory (2)
Take a step back, even if this guy has a cold and a cold, his nose is out of order, and he can't smell fresh and strong smells, his eyes are always fine. Seeing his body hair sticking to the rocks, he should know that this land has been occupied by his own kind , flinched and slipped away.When he was still in the Patilu lion group, he had witnessed many times when stray male lions passed the border line. When he saw strands of mane, he was always timid and frightened, and he hesitated. Fear of being violently attacked.What surprised him was that the green-faced little male lion in front of him was not only not afraid of the body hair stuck to the rock, but also beamed with joy, his eyes intoxicated, as if admiring a beautiful landscape.After a while, the guy took half a step forward, stuck out the tip of his tongue, and licked the locks of body hair on the rock, as if he was licking a piece of chewing gum.

It's so annoyed that the boundary line it has expended a lot of energy to build can't even stop a young lion cub, is that okay?It jumped up, roared, jumped out of the jujube bushes, and pounced on the young lion with a green face who knew nothing about the height of the sky and the thickness of the earth.

The green-faced lion cub was stunned for a moment, and turned to run away. After seeing that it was a lioness without a mane, he calmed down.

Stupid guy, you want to die!The wasp-waisted lioness slapped the green-faced lion cub on the forehead and grabbed a handful of mane.

The little green-faced lion let out a miserable howl, jumped a few steps, looked at it aggrievedly, and groaned, as if asking: What did I do wrong, why did you hit me?
——You sneaked across my territory, it's not too much to hit you, and it's not too much to bite you to pieces!

The wasp-waisted lioness chased and bit.

The little blue-faced male lion didn't seem to be very scared. He jumped out of the way and played hide-and-seek with it around a red willow, but he didn't leave the boundary line.

You're so shameless, vomit, I'm so pissed off!The wasp-waisted lioness roared while chasing and biting.

The red streamer was woken up, stretched, and walked out of the jujube bushes.The strange thing is that the red streamer neither roared threateningly nor snapped its teeth and claws. Just as soon as it appeared, the little blue-faced male lion turned pale with fright like a mouse seeing a cat, and ran out of the calabash wasteland.

Obviously, this is the deterrent effect of gender.

Could it be said that the boundary set up with the smell and body hair of the lioness really does not have any warning effect, it is a superfluous decoration, a paper defense line?thought the wasp-waisted lioness.No, there is no reason to say that a boundary line built with the smell and mane of a lion must be impenetrable, and a boundary line built with the scent and body hair of a lioness must be as thin as mud.The sky is not to blame, the earth is not to blame, but the little blue-faced male lion is to blame for his lack of life experience. He doesn't know that all places where urine and feces are smeared and stick to body hair are sacred and inviolable boundaries.

It has nothing to do with gender, it secretly prays.

However, what happened one after another was exactly the opposite of its wishes.

At noon of the next day, it and the red ribbon got into the shade of the tree and were about to take a nap when suddenly a male lion ran over. After smelling the smell it smeared on the tree stump and seeing its body hair sticking to the trunk, it passed over the tree carelessly. Boundary, as if someone invited it to be a guest.This male lion is already quite old, and his mane is yellow and thin like winter grass, lacking in luster.

The mane of a male lion is a barometer of strength. If it loses a battle with other male lions for food, land, and mate for a period of time, the mane will fall off in groups and become yellow and faded; Winning the battles with other male lions for food, land, and mate, the mane will grow longer and more lush, the color will deepen, and the luster will shine.Judging from this, this old male lion with a dry mane is very likely to be the old lion king who was kicked out after being bitten and defeated by a young and strong stray male lion.

A phoenix with feathers is not as good as a chicken, and a resigned lion king is not as good as a dog, but such a down-and-out old lion dares to cross the border and break into the gourd wasteland without any scruples. Deeply confused.Could it be that the old male lion with a withered mane is like the young lion with a green face yesterday, not knowing that any place where urine and feces are smeared and body hair is rubbed against is a sacred and inviolable boundary?No, this old male lion with a dry mane cannot be so naive. At such an age, he must have a lot of experience, and he won't even know the boundaries of smell.

Obviously, this is a kind of sexism, the old male lion doesn't take the scent boundary set by the female lion seriously at all!

While the wasp-backed lioness was sulking, the old male lion with a mane had driven straight in, almost reaching the shade of the tree.

The red ribbon changed from a prone position to a prone position, staring closely at the old male lion with a mane that was getting closer and closer.

The wasp-waisted lioness knew that the red streamer was waiting for her to issue an attack command.You should take the initiative in this kind of thing. It glanced at the red streamer dissatisfied. This gourd wasteland is our common home, not mine alone. You are a lion, and you have the responsibility to defend your territory!

The red streamer just tightened its body, ready to pounce, and glanced at it inquiringly.

It secretly sighed.It knows that it is not fair to blame the red streamer for not taking the initiative to take responsibility. According to the unwritten rules of the lion society, whoever uses the scent to arrange the territory is the number one owner of the territory, and whoever takes it for granted The primary responsibility for the territory, other lions are in a subordinate position, helping to defend the territory.Since this gourd wasteland is bounded by the scent of its wasp-waisted lioness, the red streamer will naturally not take the main responsibility of defending the territory and repelling intruders very hard, proactively and actively.

Responsibilities and rights are closely linked.

The wasp-rumped lioness had no choice but to jump out of the shade of the tree first, and the red streamer saw that it was moving, so it roared and rushed out after it, facing the old male lion with a withered mane.

Under their attack, the old male lion with withered mane retreated from the gourd wasteland and fled into the Bardia desert.

In the morning of the third day, the wasp-waisted lioness felt some pain in her abdomen and felt weak all over. She couldn't go out to hunt, so she let the red streamer go for food alone.

Not long after the red streamer left, the wasp-waisted lioness saw a skinny stray male lion walking along the border of the Kaza lion group from a distance. Judging from the direction and route it walked, It happened to pass through the junction of the Patilu Lions and the Calabash Wasteland.

The wasp-waisted lioness lay quietly in the grass, watching the consumptive male lion go away.The consumptive male lion first lowered his head to smell the boundary line of the Patilu lion group's scent. With a fearful expression on his face, he involuntarily took two steps back. In fact, the Patilu group couldn't even see the shadow.The consumptive male lion turned sideways to smell the scent boundary set by its wasp-waisted lioness again, with the corners of its eyes raised, showing an expression of surprise, without any hesitation or hesitation, it jumped across the boundary line and entered the calabash wasteland.The wasp-waisted lioness had to jump out of the grass and drive it away with its teeth and claws.

Although the consumptive male lion was thin, he was still an adult male lion with considerable strength, and he was very skilled in biting and tearing.The wasp-waisted lioness had a big belly, her abdomen was twitching and painful, and she was unable to fight. After a few rounds, she was hit by a palm on her abdomen, and she collapsed to the ground with cramping pain.The consumptive male lion didn't come to take advantage of the opportunity to slaughter, but hurried to the place where the wasp-lumped lioness had urinated and smeared the feces, scraped up the sand with his paws, buried the smell, and then surrounded the gourd wasteland Walked around and licked off all the body hair that stuck to the stumps and rocks. Then, the guy started to piss and dung on the edge of the gourd wasteland, rubbed his neck, and hung his mane on the eye-catching stumps and rocks superior.

The shameless guy actually tried to occupy this gourd wasteland by changing the smell!

The wasp-waisted lioness wanted to stop her, but was powerless, so she had to watch it run amok.

At this moment, the red streamer dragged a small wildebeest back from hunting.Before the red ribbon entered the gourd wasteland, the consumptive male lion rushed to the boundary line aggressively, roaring like thunder, warning the red ribbon not to cross the border.It was as if the land belonged to it, and the red ribbon became an intruder instead.It was vile as hell.

The red streamer's lungs were about to explode, and she dropped her prey, roaring and rushing into the gourd wasteland, twisting into a ball with the consumptive lion.Enduring the pain in her abdomen, the wasp-waisted lioness jumped up behind the consumptive male lion, and suddenly bit him hard on the buttocks.The consumptive male lion jumped up in pain, distracted, and was slapped on the neck by the red streamer again, his skin was torn apart.It can only take care of the head, but not the tail, so it can only escape from the gourd wasteland.

Although the intruders were driven out, the trouble was not over, the smell of the consumptive lion smearing the borders had to be covered up, and the locks of mane had to be swept away.

Busy until the sun is westward, it is considered that the troublesome things have been taken care of.The wasp-waisted lioness was exhausted and ate a few mouthfuls of wildebeest meat indiscriminately. She was so tired that she just wanted to fall asleep.But it can't rest yet, and there is still an urgent thing waiting for it to do, that is, to urinate and defecate on the edge again, to rub body hair on the eye-catching stumps and rocks again, and to restore the scent boundary line destroyed by the consumptive male lion.

The wasp-waisted lioness moved her sore limbs, and stopped hesitantly after taking a few steps. A question flashed in her mind: Is it okay to use your own scent to arrange the boundaries?
In just three days, three stray male lions came uninvited and broke into the Gourd Wasteland without any scruples. On average, they had to drive out one intruder every day. The frequency of fighting was so high that it had never been heard before.Not to mention that it is pregnant with a baby now, even a strong single lioness cannot withstand such frequent fights and bites. It will be exhausted and exhausted in less than half a month, and the spirit will collapse.

Facts have proved time and again that the scent borders it arranges and the body hair that sticks to the stumps and rocks do not have any warning and deterrent effect on those stray male lions. An advertisement attracting bees and butterflies, reminding every stray male lion passing by: there is a young female lion hidden here, do you want to see her beauty?Want to spend the eve of the month?Would you like to marry Qin Jinzhi?Don't miss out on this once in a lifetime opportunity!It witnessed these vile male lions face its body hair sticking to the stumps and rocks, not only did not have the slightest fear, but smiled. They must regard this as a message that it can't stand loneliness and wants to make friends of the opposite sex.

It can't laugh or cry, it is angry, it is distressed, it is sad, it is helpless.How difficult it is to change a tradition.In the heads of those male lions, a fixed thinking has been formed. Only by smelling the scent of a male lion can one be considered to have encountered an impassable boundary line, and only by seeing the mane clinging to tree stumps and rocks Saw the warning sign.

Alas, why can't lionesses build scent boundaries?Why can't the body hair of a lioness be used as a warning sign of "no entry"?Where can I find justice?Obviously, if it uses its own scent and body hair to repair the boundary, not to mention exhausting energy, it will inevitably be counterproductive. Not only will it not be able to prevent those wandering lions who are obsessed with lust from entering, but it will add endless troubles.

It is close to giving birth, and in two days, at most three days, the baby in its stomach will be born. It urgently needs a stable environment, and it can no longer fight endlessly with intruders.The only way to achieve peace and to make the boundary line truly prohibit the entry of the same kind is to let Xian—let the red streamer arrange the scent boundary and rub the mane.

Thinking of this, it looked back at the red streamers rolling and itching in the grass, feeling very anxious and uneasy.For a lion group, whose scent is used to arrange the border, whoever is the head of the household and whoever is the leader.In the lion group society, the scent boundary is arranged by the big male lion at the head, which is actually a microcosm of male superiority and female inferiority.The reason why it insists on using its own scent to set boundaries is to break the unreasonable social structure dominated by men, and to establish a new trend of equality, democracy and freedom between men and women.If the red ribbon is allowed to build the boundary, it is undoubtedly yielding to tradition and compromising bad habits.

Red Ribbon is a robust adult male lion. In his bones, he appreciates and supports male superiority and female inferiority. In his dreams, he also wants to be a big male lion who owns a territory and live a male parasitic life in which wives and concubines get nothing for nothing.The red streamer surrendered to it only under the helpless situation.It took a lot of hard work and painstaking efforts to cure the inherent laziness, selfishness, greed, cruelty, power obsession, arrogance and despise of females in the red streamer.If the red streamer is used to survey and arrange the scent boundary instead, it is hard to guarantee that the old disease will not relapse, and it will turn into a grumpy and ugly lion again, making it useless and half a year's hard work in vain.

However, as a lion, after finding a suitable piece of land, I must go through the formalities of setting boundaries and turn the unowned land into my own territory.

The wasp-waisted lioness was very conflicted and didn't know what to do.

A black magma suddenly jumped out of a hidden burrow, and the wasp-legged lioness raised her paw and slapped it.The vigilant black squirrel turned around and got under its belly. It immediately lay down and wanted to crush the black squirrel to death. Unfortunately, the little black squirrel was very flexible and didn't wait for its The body was pressed down, and it had already escaped from between its crotches one step ahead.It was completely empty, its belly was on the ground, and the baby in its stomach squirmed for a while, and it was so painful that it had to lie down.

Well, the little one can't wait to figure it out.If after it gives birth, those wandering lions still break into the gourd wasteland like a revolving lantern, the consequences will be disastrous.In order to force female lions to go into heat early, male lions have the bad habit of killing infants. Those stray male lions who are attracted by its smell to the calabash wasteland may brutally kill defenseless lions while the red ribbon is out hunting. Little lion.It was weak after giving birth, and it was difficult to stop them from attacking.When it was in the Patilu lion group, it had already experienced a tragedy where its sweetheart was killed by a newly established yellow giant mane and a braided lion. It cannot repeat the same mistake.Equality between men and women is of course important, and preventing the relapse of the red streamer's old disease cannot be relaxed, but compared to creating a peaceful and peaceful living environment for the soon-to-be-born lion cub, it is secondary and secondary.

Let it go, let the red streamer build the boundary line of smell, it has no choice.

The wasp-waisted lioness came to the side of the red streamer with heavy steps and pushed hard.The red ribbon was shaken awake, and stared at it blankly.It vomited and groaned towards the border a few times, but the red streamer didn't realize what was going on, and lay there without moving with a confused expression.It thought for a while, opened its mouth, and gently combed the mane of the red streamer with its well-proportioned canine teeth, brushed off a few locks of golden-red long hair, ran to the border, and licked and stuck to a rock.This is a clear behavioral language, telling the red streamer that it can use its scent and mane to build boundaries.

For Hong Piaodai, this is great news.

The red streamer scrambled to his feet, let out a long growl, his voice trembling with excitement, jumped to the edge of the wasteland, and immediately began to arrange the scent boundary.It works very hard, and every three to five steps, it needs to sprinkle some urine drops and discharge some feces. Every tree stump and every rock has to be glued to some mane hairs. The density is so high that it is like a dense smell. fence.As night fell and it got dark, it didn't rest. After urinating and excreting, it drank all the water in the stone mortar in one gulp, and then dug out the leftover wildebeest for a full meal. During the digestion process, they went to the edge of the wasteland to get busy again.

The wasp-waisted lioness has lived with the red streamer for more than half a year, and she has never seen it be so enthusiastic, so proactive, and spare no effort to do something.For lions, territory is a sign of status.It seems that all male lions have the same virtue, they are all obsessed with owning their own territory, and they are all keen to chase social status.

It wasn't until noon the next day that the red streamer finished laying out the boundary line.This guy kept eating, drinking, and excreting non-stop, his body was almost hollowed out, he lost a whole circle of weight, his eyes were reddened, like two wild strawberries, and the mane on his neck was also messy, rubbing off piece by piece, quickly Became bald.But it is full of energy, without tiredness, braving the scorching sun, and patrolling the border with arrogance and arrogance. Its solemn and sacred expression seems to be ready to repel the invaders with its own blood and life at any time. .

I hope that the red ribbon is only to fulfill the duty of the male lion to defend the territory, and in other respects, he still obeys his orders as in the past, and be a good male lion who is hardworking, brave and responsible for his family. , silently praying.

(End of this chapter)