The mighty hunter

It’s noon on the Serengeti plain. A mighty hunter lies in wait, ready for the perfect time to strike at his prey – the elusive purple and green springribbon. He crouches, ears standing tall, tail twitching in anticipation, eyes wide as he searches for signs of movement. A light swishing sound tells him his quest is nearing its decisive moment. And his moment arrives. He pounces – his powerful hind legs propelling him skyward, his razor sharp claws slicing through the air. But his prey is equal to him, recoiling like a slingshot, the springribbon lives to taunt him another day…