Don’t doubt the danger o’ the thirst in their throats.

The Ugandan panthers in the star-lit Belgium velds–like the Belgium panthers in the Ugandan mountains–struggled to hunt not warthogs, not hyenas, not carrot sticks, but tea leaves. Just ’cause ’twas a hard life didn’t mean they had to accept uncivilized living.

& then they found them, but didn’t find the pan to boil them.

& then they found 1, but didn’t find the heat to boil the water.

& then they went next door to the sun & borrowed some heat, but lost the water.

¿& where were they going to hunt a mug this late in the twilight?

Don’t doubt the danger o’ the thirst in their throats.

Prompt:

Cougar, Tea, Uganda.