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Samson awoke from his deep slumber and 

yawned. Stepping outside of his cave, the birds 

greeted Samson with cheerful chirps. 

“Good morning, Samson!”                       

“MORNING!!!” he roared back. He made his 

way to the down to the local waterhole. As 

usual, Samson went around, roaring and 

greeting each animal, his voice as loud as 

thunder.

But the moment Samson would walk away, the 

animals would complain about Samson’s loud roar.

”It is too loud,” said the giraffe. 

“I can hardly hear myself,” said the hippo. 

“I wish his roar was not so annoying,” said the 

monkeys. Later that evening, when Samson walked 

around to say good-night, the animals ignored him. 

“Why aren’t you talking to me?” Samson asked, 

confused. 

“We don’t like your voice. It is annoying everybody 

so we can’t enjoy the waterhole,” said the animals 

in unison. 

“We can’t sing with you roaring your head off,” 

chirped the birds.” His feelings hurt, Samson 

retreated to his cave. 

The next morning, Samson awoke and yawned. But 

nothing came out. 

“My roar. My voice. It’s gone,” he choked. Samson 

cautiously walked out of his cave, his head hanging 

low.

This time, when the animals greeted him, he just 

returned a quiet hello. The birds were happy. “Good 

riddance. Now everyone can hear our beautiful songs 

more clearly.” Samson turned and ran. 

“I can’t stay here,” he muttered to himself. He tried 

roaring out into the trees, but nothing happened.

For days and days he stayed hidden in his cave, 

afraid to step outside and hear the taunts from the 

others.

One day, his good friend, the monkey, shouted out 

into the trees, “Hunter! There's a hunter! 

Everybody hide!”

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