A lone, lean leopard lay low under a lustrous layer of leathery leaves, leisurely looking at a lime-green lizard lashing a long leash at a large, lifeless leaf that was lushly laced with lemon-yellow larvae that leapt up after each lash.

In scorching sunshine, somewhere nearby, a snooty swine shifted soil for supper in sight of a shrieking squirrel seized by a sizable, silver-slated snake under snarling strings of speedy swallows searching for shade.

When the hungry hunter heard the hopper’s hollered hopelessness, he hopped up and, hardly hissing, held his head horizontally and hamstrings hurdle-ready.

Bugged by the bustling burrowing, a bloated, big-horned beetle breached the boar’s burly buttocks, barely biting blood-vessels, but begetting a bold and bruised bellow:

The curt cry commanded the carnivore to commence chase and caused curly-tail to choke in the course of the crunchy crescendo of a chestnut chew-fest.

Feline feet flawlessly floated fast forward – flattening foot-high flora and flipping flimsy fauna – followed by fierce, flickering fangs flinging at fleeing, fast-fatiguing flesh:

Torn tendons, tattered teeth and tiny testicles trampled into tenaciously trodden, topaz tinted terrain: a trap turned treat.

Feline fangs feasted on fat that fell fast and foul.

With placid prowess, the pinkish peppered predator pressed powerful paws on perforated pieces of pale pork, and purred posthumous praise.