Rub Rub Lioness Cub

Late one evening, when the sun had gone down and the sky was a pinkish orange, Furaha and Orko were running freely across the grasslands, playing a game of tag. Orko, being a wizard, was fast, but Furaha was even faster. Suddenly, Furaha fell over. She bumped her arm! She screamed in pain, and Orko went up to see her. Furaha was crying as Orko held her in his arms. There was a huge bruise on where she had bumped herself. “Furaha, are you alright?” “No, I’m not, I’ve bumped my arm…” she wept. “I know, it’s a shame.” Orko reassured to the crying cub.

Later, Orko set up a campfire and settled Furaha in front of it. He then placed his softest, gentlest hand on Furaha’s bruised arm and said, “Us Trollans always know what to do when someone’s hurt her arm. Hold still now.” And he chanted:

“Rub rub lioness cub.

Rub rub lioness cub.

Rub rub lioness cub,

Rarr, rarrr, rarr.”

“Is it working?” asked Furaha. “Not yet.” said Orko, and he chanted all over again:

“Rub rub lioness cub,

Rub rub lioness cub,

Rub rub lioness cub,

Rarr, rarr, rarr.”

Furaha suddenly felt a tingling in her arm. She clenched her teeth as it stung for a little while, and then, when she looked down, she found that the bruise was gone and the pain had disappeared. “Orko! You genius!” cheered Furaha, and she hugged her friend tight. “You’re right. You know a lot about medicine and curing people as much as your people do.” Orko yawned. “Yeah, I think you’re right.” And with that said and done, and with Furaha’s pain and bruises out of the way, Furaha and Orko snuggled next to each other, and fell asleep.