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There was once a family of tigers that was full of warmth and color. The mom just had 2 little cubs and now the family was 7 strong. In the morning the mom and older brothers went hunting and she left the cubs inside a tree trunk. She always came back in the afternoon with a meal for the pack. After a week of hunting failure the 5 strong tigers went to hunt across the river to feed the whole starving family. The day was cloudy a storm was coming. By the afternoon the river was overflowing and there was no sign of momma tiger and the pack. The two cubs stayed inside the tree trunk “I am getting really cold” said Simba, “Don’t worry Simba momma will come back”. As they cuddled and shivered they both fell asleep. In the middle of the night the river caught the tree trunk and struggling it flowed with the current. Simba´s brother fell to the river, “Aleeex!”. Simba couldn’t do anything about it, he would drown too if he tried to help him. Simba the tiger was now on his own. The storm was still alive, making rivers merge, continents submerge, until the whole planet was underwater. One morning Simba woke up and saw other animals floating on dead trees. He first saw the turtle, which moved slowly, but efficient, it seemed that they were living in a slower world. He saw birds resting on the tortoise, the reptilians didn’t seem to be bothered by it. When Simba turned left, he saw deer, lots of them. They seemed nervous and tried to fix their step every time since the wet tree was slippery. Behind him Simba saw a family of grizzly bears, two cubs and their mom. The cubs seemed pretty distracted and bored, the mom was anxious and lost in confusion. Simba started to cry, he missed momma, he would have given anything to see her again. Simba went back down and made himself small in the tree trunk. As the day passed he saw different animals come and go, some of them fighting and others just tired. He made some friends in the way, but he always ended up alone, in his tree trunk. As days passed they became colder and colder, until he saw other animals on top of ice, polar bears, penguins, seals and others Simba hadn’t seen before. A week since the storm had passed and everything was white, Simba hasn’t seen an animal in days. As Simba cuddled in the corner of the tree trunk, a bird rested in his scalp. He couldn’t see it, he couldn’t smell it, he couldn’t feel it. Simba was pale now and started to close his eyes, life had no color now, life had no warmth now, life was just a memory in the mind of the lost tiger, Simba.