One day, the lion was walking in the jungle minding his own business. Suddenly, he felt excruciating pain shoot up one of his front legs. It was so intense; he started to scream in agony. All the animals in the forest were concerned, wondering what could have happened to the mighty king of the jungle.
Quickly, the rabbit rushed to the lion to find out what the trouble was. But the lion was in so much pain that he could only point at his burning paw. On examining the paw, the rabbit saw a sharp thorn sticking from it. With one quick movement, he pulled it out. At once, the lion’s pain was gone and he stopped yelling.
The lion was very thankful to the rabbit for whatever magic he had used to take away his pain. As the rabbit was about to hop away to complete the rest of his chores, the lion asked him what had caused the pain. The rabbit picked up the thorn as showed it to the lion.
“You mean that small thorn was the one that caused me so much pain? I am the king of the jungle for crying out loud! I have power over everything in my kingdom! Nah…Just stick the damn thing back on my paw!”
The lion insisted on the thorn being stuck back on his paw despite the rabbit’s wise counsel.
The other animals watched in horror as the lion lived in agony for the next few days. They marveled at his brave endurance as the paw swelled and swelled. Eventually he died. As the animals walked away in sorrow, each was in deep thought. Pride, arrogance, ego, a small thing such as a thorn bringing down the most powerful animal in the jungle, salvation from such a small animal as a rabbit – you could see one animal after the other shake their heads as they slowly digested the lessons learnt. Including the yet to be domesticated sheep.