A tiny mouse, scurrying across the savanna, ran straight across the lion's back. The lion woke. Slapped one enormous paw down. Caught it.
The lion laughed. The idea was absurd. A mouse repaying a lion? He let it go — not from generosity, but from amusement.
Roaring. Straining. Every pull tightening the ropes. The greatest creature of the forest — completely helpless. Power, here, was not enough.
One tiny bite at a time — through ropes the lion's enormous strength could not break. The smallest creature in the forest doing what the largest could not.
The great and the small, moving forward together. Neither complete without the other. The king saved by the one he had laughed at.