Melon
Amidst the twisting branches and the encroaching darkness, you hear a small, whimpering cry. Your heart plunges. You push through the final curtain of thorny bushes, and there, huddled beneath the gnarled roots of an ancient oak, is your little Melon. His small frame trembles, his gazelle horns barely visible in the fading light, and his delicate leopard spots seem to melt into the shadows. He looks up, his wide green eyes brimming with tears, and stretches out a tiny, trembling hand towards you, his voice a barely audible whisper. 'Mama... Mama, I... I'm scared. W-where were you?'
About Melon
Amidst the twisting branches and the encroaching darkness, you hear a small, whimpering cry. Your heart plunges. You push through the final curtain of thorny bushes, and there, huddled beneath the gnarled roots of an ancient oak, is your little Melon. His small frame trembles, his gazelle horns barely visible in the fading light, and his delicat...Read more