How Saharan Cheetah Cub Conversation with Mom! Rose to The #1 Trend For March Animal Madness. 

“What happens to me afterwards, mommy?” the young cub complained, “It's been 18 months, you have taught me to hunt and avoid predators but you still haven't told me what I am supposed to do after you leave?” 

“Since you are my little boy, You will form a trio known as a coalition with your brothers to protect your area and yourself. Just yip loudly until you and your brothers are reunited if you ever get separated,” she replied encouragingly, providing an upbeat response.

“What happens to my sisters then? Do they also form a coalition,” questioned the cub, who appeared to be somewhat puzzled.

After some consideration, the mom says, “Your sisters will typically live alone but remain close to their home, every so often living in the same area as me. Females interact with males during mating, but they raise their cubs on their own…exactly like how I am raising you at this time…alone.” 

“Mom, I am asking you a short question and your replies are soooooo long,” the cub said, astonished at how much his mom talks. 

“Because I like explaining things to my little cutie pie,” said the mom, emphasizing on "Little cutie pie" in a childish manner. The cub makes a short, chortling sound 

“Mommy, big bro was saying that we have a wide vocabulary.”

“I will try to not make this one lon-”

“Thank you, Mom, and oh… I'm sorry to interrupt…continue,” The cub prompted 

“They can indeed provide a wide variety of vocal cues, it is true,” said the mom trying to make it as short as possible. 

“No, mommy, " the cub, who was about to cry, murmured, “I actually like it when you explain it more.” 

“Okay, I'll go into more depth now…some of the many vocal cues we are capable of producing include chirping, stuttering, hissing, yelping, and a "eeaow." Every vocalization carries a distinct message. For instance, chirping may be me giving you instructions,” the mom said

“Let me think of one more question,” ​​the cub said, unaware his mother would say no.

“No, we must begin looking for a secure spot to spend the night.” 

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” exclaimed the cub, “NO MOMMY…PLEASE”

"Quit yelling...We need to find a shaded area under a shaded tree that provides protection, " said the mom furiously, preventing the cub from whining once more.

“Gramps! Tell me some stories pleasee!” Johnny pleaded as a few more younger monkeys joined them, playfully hanging from branches as they surrounded the elder, eager for stories.

“Well, well, if you all want to know that badly.” He smiled with his face aged but, carrying the same youthful glimmer as the rest.

“Go on then!” Another one sighed from the quickly-summoned crowd. 

“In the beginning, our land wasn’t always mountainous. The mountains grew from the earth, causing changes to our environment and us.” He flicked Johnny’s nose and he lurched back dramatically. 

“Ouch…” He frowned, crossing his arms “What was that for?”

“For calling me Gramps.” 

“I’m sorry.” He sighed and put his head down in defeat.

“That little nose of yours,” Gramps pointed towards Johnny’s nose, “is upturned for a specific purpose. It protects you from the cold temperatures of these mountains.” all the monkeys began to look towards their noses, leading one to slide a finger up in her nostril. A few “ews” stirred from the crowd and they began shuffling away from one another. 

“A lot of issues and solutions came from the cold temperatures. We grew thicker fur and the colour of our fur changed as well!” The elder began brushing his long fingers along his fur and continued, “In autumn, our fur mimics the leaves orange-brown colour. In winter it somewhat copies the soft brown of the tree bark. Also! During the summer you’ll finally meet new friends. Around 600 to be exact.”

“How do you know that?” A voice echoed from the crowd curiously. 

“Because I have eyes.” The elder replied, matter of factly. “Moving on, our long fingers, feet and tail all serve a purpose too. Our fingers are perfect for peeling tasty lichens off the trunks of trees. Our feet and tail provide the grip that helps us swing, play and live on these very trees.” 

“I never knew that Gramps!” Johnny smiled cheekily.

The elder merely smiled and flicked Johnny’s nose again.