Hey, Jammers! Do you remeber earlier today when I made a poem about how cougars came here? Now's the story version, like I said. My cougar family and I were walking along the rocky path in our mountain home. My mom was busy, hunting our food, gazzels. And my dad, well, he had passed away a while ago. My father was the king of our land. He was out hunting, and he just DISAPPEARED! We don't know how, but he just disappeared. And with a thundering roar and a burst of black he was gone. Anyways, I'm in charge of my 13 brothers and sisters. Blah.