Wild Cougar

“I’m hungry and I want something to eat and I want it now!” screamed the hungry cougar from his den.

The cougar walked toward the doorway and stood looking out over the snow-covered mountains. It was a crisp cold morning. The trees and ground were covered with frost.

”It is too cold out here,” said the cougar, walking back into the warmth of his den.

“I guess I’ll have to break out my stash of food,” said the cougar, who was referring to some food he had stored away for a rainy day.

”Gee Mr. Cougar,” said a loud voice from outside his den. ”I sure wish I had some food to eat. I’m starving.”

The cougar knew who’s voice that was, right away.

”Mr. Wolf,” said the cougar. ”I don’t have any food to spare. I just have this little bit that I’ve been saving for a rainy day.”

”But it’s not raining today,” laughed the wolf.

”I guess you are right about that,” said the cougar.

”Well,” said the wolf. ”Why don’t we share it?”

”That’s a good idea,” said the cougar.

The cougar and the wolf shared the little bit of food that the cougar had. They both felt much better after they had eaten something.

Later on during that same winter, the cougar was outside. He ran into his friend the wolf.

”Gee,” said the cougar. ”I’m really hungry today.”

”What do you want me to do about it?” asked the wolf.

”Well I was wondering if you had any food,” said the cougar. ”Even just a tiny bit.”

”Hey,” said the wolf. ”You are the same cougar that gave me some food a few weeks back, aren’t you?”

”Yes I am,” said the cougar.

”Well in that case I will share my food with you,” said the wolf.