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Hari opened his
eyes and met once more the deep, penetrating compassion in the eyes
of the lion. It was plain that he was not going to be pounced upon,
but was being offered love. He felt like crying as he had never
cried before - not even as a child.
'I do not know, sir,' he answered in a small voice. 'You. are a lion. What are you doing. here among sheep? Why are you afraid?' . 'I am a sheep, sir,' Hari corrected him timidly. 'You are a lion!' the lion roared. It was like a clap of thunder overhead. 'Yes, sir,' Hari bleated and took a step backward. He commenced to cry. The lion looked at him kindly and shook his head. 'Too bad,' he said, as though to himself. 'Well, my son, we shall see. I live in the heart of the woods. Come to visit me and we shall talk again. That is, if you like.' 'Oh, yes, sir,' Hari sobbed. The lion smiled. 'Very good,' he said. And then he turned and walked off into the forest. Hari went on crying
for the rest of the day. Every time he looked, in his memory, into
the eyes of the lion he burst into a fresh torrent. It was as though
something had entered his emptiness, precipitating it into tears. At
the same time, he had never felt so happy in all his life.
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