By my fathers years, I am young. My mother taught me to care for myself, to hunt. Now i am able to to rule my own territory. My coat is sleek my claws and teeth are sharp, and my call brings fear into the lives of the smaller animals. The black spots on my yellow coat allow me to hie in the barest of cover, and i can run from that cover as a lightening bolt.
As i walked down my favorite river, i came upon a strange smell. This one I do not know of. I follow it to the edge of the grass and see. There is a strange two legged animal there. It is different from the other two legged animals I know. This one is light in color, an moves like a clumsy calf. It is others of its kind, and they all have the same foul odor. I must hide and learn something of them.
They come into my land riding some sort of a strange thing. Its' feet do not move, but it carries them in a cloud. It belches noise and smoke. I do not like it at all.
As the sky grown darker they bring with them some some sort of a cave, and the have fire. I growl my disgust and move away. Back into the night where i return to the impala I killed yesterday. It was a young animal with not much meat. Tomorrow i must hunt again, but for now I will sleep and wonder about the strange smelling animals.
The mornings sun has turned to that of mid day. I checked and the strange animals have left. Good riddance, I did not like them at all, but now it is time to hunt. I return to my favorite riverbed. As i walk along my nose catches the scent of death. Some animal has died. I follow the scent. Along the way a baboon screams at me. Let him I thing, he will become my dinner soon. I am coming closer to the cause of the scent. In a tree there is hanging a piece of meat. I look around but son not see who it belongs to, and in doing so it will become mine. As I get closer i hear a noise that does not belong, but the scent of the meat is overpowering. I am hungry.
I jump into the tree, once again looking around, wondering whose meat this is. It doesn't matter I lean down and tear off a piece.
Suddenly there is loud noise and something cuts my skin. It is a hurting cut and I leap out of the tree and run away. Hiding in the long grass I see the strange animals once again. I know that it is them that caused my pain and ruined my meal. The cut is only a deep scratch, much like that of the thorns, and i can lick the pain away. The strange animals are searching around the tree, I think they look for me, but they will not find me.
I leave my favorite places and find a new area after that night. I know it was those strange animals that meant me harm and I will remember them, and their foul smells, and the noisey thing that brought them. I will remember them well. They shall never catch me. I am to clever, to smart, and I have been educated

Very nice!