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A lion cub, apparently used as a pet, ran away from his home and terrorized the streets until the girl he belonged to came and captured him. These are pictures you definitely do not see every day - a runaway lion cub is captured by a girl who just picked him up by the hands while he was raging and trying to free herself from her grip. The video was filmed in Kuwait City on Sunday, where police received messages from frightened residents about a lion that was seen roaming the street in the Sabihiya neighborhood, the Arab Times reported. The lion reportedly belonged to the girl and her father and he was captured with the help of the police. After the capture the lion was returned to its owner and the girl in the video is seen walking down the street holding him by his upper body while he tries to free himself and growls. She eventually releases him and he settles on the ground. Neighbors who documented the moments of horror uploaded to social media videos in which the lion can be seen wandering around the neighborhood and the moment when the girl catches him and drags him back to bring him back home.

The zoo worker teased the lion in front of the visitors who filmed the "amusing" moment. The lion lost his patience and closed his jaws on the worker's finger. The zoo disclaims responsibility and the network blames the employee. Caution - a difficult - video to watch! A Jamaica zoo worker decided to tease a lion in front of visitors, put his finger in his cage - and lost it, as this horrific accident was documented on camera and a network partner. In one of the videos you can see the zoo worker putting his finger in the lion's cage, biting his teeth and face, when finally the lion loses his patience and sticks his teeth in his finger. The worker is seen trying to get his hand out of the lion's mouth for long seconds, finally succeeding but losing his finger and falling to the floor. An eyewitness told the Jamaica Observer that a Jamaica zoo worker in the city of Cuba sweated in front of visitors, adding: "When it happened I thought it was a joke. I did not think it was really serious. "It was clear that when he fell to the floor, everyone understood that it was serious. Everyone panicked. All the skin and about the first joint of his finger were gone."

"When we get those stops and get out and run - we're kind've a lethal team," says Celtics coach Ime Udoka. He's got a point. Boston's first-half offensive struggles were in many ways a result of the sort of game they were playing. They were slow and deliberate, trying to beat the Heat the hard way. Once they started playing with pace in the second half and turning Miami's mistakes into points, they blew the game wide open.

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A Brazilian man’s holidays in the French Alps turned out to be more than what he had bargained for, but only in hindsight. As he watched the video of himself snowboarding later, he realised that he was being chased by a gigantic bear. However, he was unaware of the predator as he enjoyed in the snow-covered region. Alok Achkar Peres Petrillo, popularly known as DJ Alok, was on a vacation in Courchevel. As the man enjoyed his time snowboarding in the region, he hardly expected a bear to dash out of the trees. In the video, after taking a short break, the man — wearing a safety helmet, glasses and padded jacket — is seen setting up his action camera to record his descent. However, he did not realize there was an animal in the video as well, as he recorded his adventure down the mountain. “Watch until the end. I was watching some videos of the trip and this day was crazy!” he wrote on Instagram, sharing the clip that has amassed over 5 million views. Eventually, it looked like the bear slipped and fell down and gave up the chase.

The space vehicle documented a mysterious opening on Mars reminiscent of an entrance to a pyramid. A UFO expert analyzed the documentation: "Do not know how archaeologists can ignore such a thing?"

Really great Short Story. the descriptions are so colorful and so spot on, youcan picture the whole scene right down to the plugged in phone on the bedside table. I love Burt's attitude of defiant relaxation. It's a little sweet, a little sad and a little funny-the perfect balance There’s no sound on earth quite like a bird flying into a sliding glass door. After a few unsuccessful attempts to eradicate the stain, Burt noticed with a satisfied pursing of his lips, that the warmth of the spilled coffee almost felt good on his thighs. Had a bird flown into the sliding glass door a few days earlier, Burt might have spilled coffee on his laptop or phone as he skimmed through manuscripts and client emails at the kitchen table. But Burt had sent off his last round of edits on Monday and he wasn’t planning to log on for any new assignments or updates until this next week, at the earliest. "Burt mentally congratulated himself on his "work-life balance. As far as Burt was concerned, the best week of the year was the four days from December 26th to Dec 30th. Burt glanced at the sliding glass door for signs of damage, not expecting to find any, and was surprised to see a single feather stuck to the glass. Burt looked down to see the owner of the feather.

No Forwarding Address - Contest winner Short Mystery Story Once she was sure her parents were asleep, Sadie slid the window up and stole down the trellis. With a glance up at the droopy eyes of the house, she hopped on her bike and cycled off into the night. After half a minute, she clicked her torch on and plopped it into the basket. The streets were empty at this time of night, save for the high school kids. It didn’t take her long to reach Lisa’s house. Google Maps told her it was an 11-minute journey, but she always raced to beat the time. She usually made it in seven minutes or less. Her parents had installed a tracking app a few months back. Sadie left the blasted thing plugged in on her nightstand. Should they check in the morning, it’d seem she’d slept the night through. As far as they were aware, they’d succeeded in their attempts to curb their daughter’s night time excursions. She flashed her light at Lisa’s window. “I thought you were joking about tonight, Sadie. Lisa groaned. Sadie shone the light across Lisa’s form. “Evil never sleeps, Lisa!” Sadie grinned. Lisa had not yet gotten into her pink pyjamas. After a spell, the front door of the Brown’s house opened and closed. Lisa wrapped her cardigan around her and shivered. “Mr Moore is dead?”. “Well, not dead…” Lisa threw her head back and growled. We should ensure the foul beast does not find any more prey. Lisa watched her breath float away. “All I can smell is your bul—” Lisa’s shoulders slumped. It’s a school night. Sadie nodded, hand over her heart. Lisa rolled her eyes. “Don’t know why I’ve gotta be the one to store all this crap. “Maybe there’s a reason your parents search your room, Sade. Lisa took a deep breath. “You gotta grow up at some point, Sade. We don’t wanna be labelled as the weird girls. “And did we not put an end to such ghastly choruses?” Lisa chuckled. I don’t wanna go trudging through dirty streams full of broken glass and needles again. “I don’t like this, Sade. “An oath that you made up. “An oath is an oath, my fellow guardian. “But have we not sworn an oath to brave the creeps of this world?” Lisa hesitated. “So you admit that there is something out here tonight? You feel it too!” She clenched a fist. Lisa frowned. “Sometimes, Sade, you get so wrapped up in your theatrics that you make no goddamn sense. Sadie shrugged. “We draw near to the crypts, my sweet, poor, innocent, Lisa. “Oh, I hate this place,” said Lisa. Her voice rustled like the leaves beneath their feet. “Fear not, young padawan, for I am here to guide you through tonight’s gauntlet. Lisa stopped a few steps short of the labyrinth. “Ten minutes. That’s all you get, Sade. Ten minutes, and then we’re back out and heading home. “But we only just got here!” I wanna be back at home. Lisa eyed the first row sepulchres and chewed her lip. “Ten minutes, Sade. Sadie thrust the stake forward. “Okay, Sade. Let’s stay another minute. They’d not found anything out of place, much to Lisa’s prediction and to Sadie’s chagrin. “Sadie. ” Lisa’s voice hardened. It startled Sadie. They weren’t little kids any more, and her heart ached to see her childhood now in the rearview mirror. Lisa smiled. “Thanks, Sade. “We’d be doing the local law enforcement fools a favour — ridding them of one more vermin!” “I don’t think that’s how they’d see it, Sade. A smile that Lisa knew all too well. Lisa loosed a noise of exasperation and then followed her friend. ” The wet leaves squelched and squidged beneath her converse. “Because somebody’s gotta make sure you don’t get yourself killed. Sadie nodded. Who defends the defender?” She pushed the door open. Lisa grunted. She was about to say that the only thing Sadie’d defended anyone from was a night of peaceful sleep. ” Lisa’s eyes were wide and wild. Her heart bounced from side to side in her ribcage. “Yeah? No shi—” “Dead. Lend me yours, Sade. A hiccough in the rhythmic thump-thump-thump of her heart. “I left it at home.

The bird called Zephyr, who can not only croon but also beatbox recently went viral on TikTok singing the Harry Potter theme song without a hitch. The first Harry Potter film may have been maybe 20 years old, however, fans’ obsession with anything related to Hogwarts is still at its peak. Now, a bird singing the theme , has got all Potterheads thrilled online. What might seem like a scene straight out of any mystical film, where avians are pros at singing, a European starling is breaking the internet with its musical talent. The bird called Zephyr, who can not only croon but also beatbox recently went viral on TikTok singing the Harry Potter theme song without a hitch.

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Abigail, your well-crafted, deeply sensitive and movng story led us along the hallways we are hesitant to walk but the ones that we need to know most critically about. Human-relationships are the bridges that we need to build and strengthen.The bottom-line is love. shed light on this sensitive theme from many different perspectives of the various characters. The perspective of Fifteen has made an indelible impression on me because of his love for his sister and because of the hope that he's filled with. The autocratic Bishop of this story is someone we feel only pity for. There's nothing likable about him. developed the characters beautifully

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She waited for 15 minutes after the sliver of light beneath her bedroom door disappeared. Once she was sure her parents were asleep, Sadie slid the window up and stole down the trellis. The autumnal air swished down into her lungs — crisp, chilly, and delicious. She landed like a cat, crouched, hands on the floor. Sadie didn’t need to jump the last of the way to the ground, but where would the fun be in not doing that?

The canister had always been there, rolling around at the bottom of his duffle bag. Whenever he packed, his fingers would graze over the smooth, gray top, but he’d never take it out, never look directly at it. Sometimes when he unpacked, the canister would get wound up in a dirty sock or wedged inside a pocket, and it would come up with a handful of laundry as he went to chuck it into the machine. Whenever this happened, Jake would carefully retrieve the black cylinder and tuck it back into the bottom corner of his bag. That’s where it belonged. That’s where it stayed. For years. It had been so long, he no longer remembered what was on the film, what pictures could be frozen there on the tiny strip of celluloid. When Maggie died, Jake was lost. He left his job, gave up their apartment, packed a few things into his duffle bag, and left town. He gave up on himself, letting his hair grow long and his beard grow white. He drove the highways aimlessly, stoic behind the wheel of their beloved ‘69 Charger. Maggie loved that car more than most things and having her gone, looking to his right and seeing her seat empty was like a dagger to the side every time he looked. In the late afternoons, he could imagine her there; small hand hanging out of the window, fingers surfing on the wind. He could see the golden light of sunset in her fiery hair, illuminating her pale, beautiful face like an angel. If he wanted it badly enough, Jake could reach across the seats and take her hand, close his fingers around the apparition, feel her close. But when reality returned, it hit hard. His tears never seemed to stop, falling hard like a downpour on the windshield. The back of his hand wasn’t as efficient as the wipers to blast the drops of salty pain away, but it was all he had. When it was bad, he pulled over, caution lights blinking on the side of the road until the worst was over. Jake stuck to the smaller towns, enjoying the feel of an old-timey Main Street. He liked to see the houses built close together, their covered porches inviting neighbors and strangers alike to sit and talk. He loved the old mom and pop stores, their windows filled with enticing seasonal displays. He told the time by these windows, counting months with glittered paper shamrocks or tiny American flags. Mostly he floated. There was nowhere to be, no destination waiting for him at the end of the road. He slept in the car, stretching his long legs across the backseat and using her old gray hoodie as a pillow. Her smell had long ago faded, but if he tried hard enough, Jake could remember the faint hint of coconut that always seemed to spring from her skin. She liked to tease him saying that being from Florida meant that everything about her was tropical, even her scent. He didn’t care why she smelled like she did, what shampoo or lotion combination made her so delicious, he just knew that she was. Maggie had been the light of and in his life and now he wandered in the shadows without her. At night, with passing headlights rolling across the roof, Jake would conjure up a dream of her. It was routine now. He started with her hair, that flaming red mess of curls that tangled between his fingers, catching even when he tried to be smooth with his touches. Her eyes came next, faded denim blue beneath pale lashes that were almost blonde in the sunlight. They were his favorite; clear and true and filled with nothing but love when they lingered on his face. He’d fall asleep like that, imagining her features, recreating her in his mind. Some nights she would sneak into his dreams and he’d curl in on himself, loving the fantasy. Other times there was nothing behind his eyes, no comforting smile, no warm laugh, no touch from her delicate hand. Those nights were cold and sleep was far from his grasp. The worst part was, those nights were coming more often lately. It seemed harder for him to invoke her spirit, to remember the curve of her cheek, the pitch of her nose. Maggie was fading away. He worked odd jobs when he felt like it or when his wallet was empty and the gas tank was low. He was strong and tall, and construction work came easy to him, though there was no passion in it for him. It was just a day or two out in the sun, tanning his big arms and filling the car back up. A few bosses would ask him to stay on, but he never accepted. There were roads left to travel, stars yet to sleep beneath. He made a few friends along the way, but none would ever stick; it wasn’t worth the effort anyway. He knew he wasn’t good for anything without her, wasn’t someone anyone would want to know. He was just a traveler now, a ghost like her. The desert was dry and sweat was beading on his chest and brow. He beat the drops away but they came right back, teasing him like some wicked dream. With the sun bright in the distance, he squinted at the road ahead and marveled at the steam coming up from the pavement. Heat lines danced before his eyes and the white lines blurred. His vision was glossy; his eyes were stinging. Reaching into the backseat, Jake dug into the duffle bag and fished around for a clean shirt. He needed something to wipe the day away, to clear his head once more before the mirage on the side of the road took over. Fumbling, his fingers chanced upon the canister and Jake recoiled. He never pulled it out, never looked at it lest it disappear forever. His heart was racing, head pounding from the heat. He reached again and the film can slipped into his palm. His fingers closed around it and Jake brought it out for the first time, holding it tight and pressing his fist to his chest. Maggie was inside, he knew. Maggie’s gorgeous smile. Her big front teeth and ears that stuck out just a bit too much on the tops. Her freckles, her spirit, her love. He clutched the can and chewed his lip, biting back the tears, fighting the sweat and pain. Two towns later he found a place to develop the film and he sat outside on a weather-worn bench, counting down the hour in his mind. The street was like a hundred he’d seen; people milling about under the mid-morning sky, small storefronts crowded together, their colorful awnings shading the sidewalk. It seemed nice, yet like every other place: empty without her. When time was up, Jake went back inside, ducking beneath the bells that jingled on the door. He thanked the clerk and held the envelope tight in his hand. It sat on the passenger's seat as he drove away, unopened, the photos unseen. It leaned up against the ketchup bottle at the diner as Jake ate his burger, the pictures still a mystery. Jake stared at the packet as he sipped his coffee, dragging up the will to set the images free. He’d been running from them for so long, from the ache of whatever was inside, he was terrified now to open it. Afraid he would break down when he saw her face, that he would scream at the world around him when her ghost returned, crisp and beautiful, solid in his hands. He’d been running too long. He was tired. Jake took a breath and opened the envelope, tipping it over to let the photographs spill out onto the tabletop. When he looked down, his eyes blurred behind thick tears. Every photo was of him. Every snapshot was a random moment he’d shared with Maggie, but all from her point of view; all an angle of him. His smile, his crooked nose, his shaggy blond hair, his hands, his lips. It was all him. For so long, he’d been holding onto her, and all along she’d been holding onto him.

A 7D multi dimensional image is a technique for catching a top notch visualization utilizing 7 boundaries. 7 Dimensions The universe exists in 3D space with times frequently thought to be a final aspect. The explanation that a 7D 3D image has such countless aspects is that the visualization is caught from countless places that encompass the scene or subject of the 3D image. Each position is depicted in 3D space. Each position catches an assortment of review bearings in 2D space. Two extra boundaries are caught for every heading: picture force and time. In the event that you add these up you get 7 boundaries, known as aspects.

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