It was a ferocious beast, living alone in the dark jungle. The sun did not have permission to shine everywhere. Day looked like a grim lonely night and nights were very dark and eery. The beast liked it in the jungle, it was his home, he liked staying alone and preying on small animals for food. The ferocious beast never missed a prey and hunted it down in the first go. Little timid animals knew that once the beast had laid its eyes on them, there was no way they would escape alive, they accepted their destiny as meat for the ferocious beast. On one cool dark morning the beast lay on his stomach with his paws stretched out, a beam of sunlight was falling at a bush with orange leaves and pink buds, the bush was glowing in the beam of sunlight when a little humming bird came humming close to the pink bud, the beast was watching from a distance too lazy after a big meal the night before. The little humming bird with its sharp beak