One summer day in the heart of the African plains the tribe of Fusaa were out hunting with their spears. When the leader of the tribe turned around, he realised that the rest of his tribe, minus his brother, had completely disappeared to hunt different animals.
This harsh landscape was one that you would not want to be in on your own. With limited water supply and plenty of predators this meant that they had to conserve all energy and ration all supplies. The Fusaa were a very fierce tribe and attacked all neighbouring tribes. This was why the king was especially worried. Every night he sat and dreamt of a special crown he should own, this crown should be sacred and symbolise sheer power and leadership.
He knew he could only obtain this when he had killed the almighty King Zebra Kelkel. He turned right, looked left, thought about it and carried on. In the back of the bush, King Julian saw a large grey animal, he recognised immediately as a native African elephant, which is a very fond friend of the Fusaa tribe. He jumped on his back, and rode into the sunset towards the tribe of Marty, the hosts of King Kelkel. With each step the precious gecko on his head could smell this beautiful King Zebra.
Eventually he got to this unique tribes camp and saw this wonderful beast. As he drew his spear, and aimed for the King Zebra, he could see that there was no hope in hell that he was going to kill this zebra without dying himself. All of a sudden, the cheetah, and most of his tribe came along, to help King Julian to kill the zebra. But the fact of the matter was that in the end they all realised they were as strong as each other and there was no real winner.
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