I know what you are.
I know where you came from.
Mostly, men stay in their village, far from the dark of the jungle. But sometimes… They travel.
And when they do… Their caves breathe in the dark. They call it… The red flower.
-Poor, sweet little cub. What are you doing so deep in the jungle?
-This is my home.
-Don’t you know what you are?
I know what you are.
I know where you came from.
-You do?
-Yes.
Would you like to see?
Oh, you poor, sweet thing.
You want to stay in the jungle?
You can be with me, if you want.
I’ll keep you close.
