The moonlight shone on my scarred body, making me tremble all over, as if laughing: "It's a pity that you, the former king, ended up like this." I have seen the prestige of your ancestors, and a roar is enough to scare off all the animals. Today is different from the past. You, the former king of beasts, have to drag out an ignoble existence. "
A cold light came and eroded my heart, and loneliness and sadness enveloped my brow. I stand on the hill like an ancestor, trying to call my own kind and declare this is my kingdom with my own voice. However, I can't, I'm really scared, afraid of the world.
I am just a king without a kingdom, wandering around, waiting for death to separate my soul from my body, but he didn't come. Let the dream god remind me: in my kingdom, I have a lovely wife, well-behaved children and endless prey. I smile in my dream. How happy I am! Sometimes I even wonder if the world in this dream is really real, and the reality is not an illusory dream. But dreams always wake up, which I don't want to see. Reality is the truth I want to consider.
Every time I wake up, I have to think about where God's Garden of Eden is. If there is, it may be as beautiful as my dream. There should be my kingdom, my wife, my children and my prey, but there is no me. How lonely they are.
I have to admit that my home is gone, even though I will leave soon. These days, I even clearly feel my fate: those two-legged monsters are holding their tools-a gun and a skinning knife. They drugged me with a gun and didn't give me a fatal blow (it is said that the skin peeled in this way is very spiritual and can fetch a good price). They peeled my skin off bit by bit with a peeling knife, so seriously, so attentively and so carefully. And I still have consciousness, knowing that my skin will be peeled off, but I can't shout out the pain. When my blood runs out drop by drop, I will really die. How painful it sounds, but I think it's my real liberation. It is better to live in fear and drag out an ignoble existence every day than to face death.
However, who wants to die so absurdly? You are not reconciled, and I am not reconciled! But what can we do? The world is no longer ours. I once wandered in the forest of human life for a few days. Although I didn't go in to have a look, I also heard passing birds say what the human "forest" looks like. It is a forest made of concrete blocks, where human beings live; There are also iron beasts that call cars, which are twice as fierce as us, but strangely, when they see their owners, they will be obedient and at the mercy of human beings; It is also very important that there is a place called "Zoo" in their world. It is said that there are many creatures in it, and people who are locked up exchange their special talents for human sympathy to fill their stomachs.
Someone said to me, go there, too, where you don't have to work for hunger. I gave it a disdainful look, posed as an ancestor, and told it my last dignity as a tiger: how can a king's magnanimity dance with ordinary people? Even if I starve to death, I will keep my dignity and temperament as the last nobleman. Think of my eight ancestors, who once arrogantly ruled the whole Eurasia. At the last moment, see if they gave up their aristocratic status. If my ancestors are still like this, how can I lose face as a junior? I can't. If I do, how can I meet them in the Garden of Eden after I die?
Peaceful coexistence with mankind? This is even more impossible. How can narrow-minded humans plant opponents in the mountains for themselves? We are aliens, real aliens, and they won't give us a chance to survive. In order to expand, they must prove that there are no aborigines in the forest. In this way, my kingdom was ruthlessly razed to the ground by human beings, my wife and children died in that massacre, and I-thus became a wanderer in this world.
I once wanted to go back to my dear home, but I looked for it for a long time and still couldn't find it. Finally, after I asked the fish that didn't leave, I found that under this "forest" made of cement, it turned out to be my long-missed home. I completely collapsed, thinking about how human beings were chosen to be the rulers of the whole world. They are really strong, but how pitiful they are after disarming everyone. Without sharp claws and fur, anyone can beat them and eat their bodies, but if armed, it will become a nightmare for all things, and no one can escape the fate of death.
My fate is finally coming to an end, which is already a long-anticipated future, but my heart that faces death calmly has long gone. I began to run hard, eager to continue to survive, even if I live, even if I exchange my dignity for human sympathy. But it's too late. Humans and their iron beast partners are really fast. Behind them, there are still gunshots passing by their ears, and they are shouting. I got scared and the car slowed down slowly. It was not until I screamed that I knew that death was one step closer to me. I watched my own blood flowing, lined with moonlight, paving the way for me to enter the Garden of Eden.
On my deathbed, I saw them meet me, my wife, my children and my ancestors.