My dear,

Until the lion learns how to write, every story will glorify the hunter.

And don’t ever think the hunter will never embellish themselves, make themselves seem greater, and the hunted lion ever more so deserving of being hunted.

Never will there be tales where the hunter reflects on their own cruelty, their own frail cowardly weakness in having to seek satisfaction in the death of another. Never. For until the lion learns how to talk, how to write – we shall continue to be hunters. Proud as we are, we rule over a land. We make our deeds greater like the Pharaohs claim they defeated entire armies themselves, and like the Greeks we shall hunt lions to extinction.

Falsely yours,