It is a hot day. Flies buzz around my ears.
I am lying on a hot rock, swatting at the flies with my paws.
The life of a lion is full of ease.
When I roar, it's the roar of an animal that cares about nobody. The highest on the food chain, other animals and humans tremble at my roar. Sometimes I roar just to hear my own voice bouncing back at me from the rocky cliffs.