Listen up and keep your damn eyes closed, cos I'm gonna tell ya.

[One can only imagine that the sole reason Cheka doesn't get the "Go the Fuck to Sleep" version of these storytelling sessions is because Falena's wife would murder him for influencing Cheka's vocabulary.]

Back before men and beasts lived as one, when the beasts ruled the kingdom of nature and men had only just entered the savanna, the face of a cheetah was unstained. There was a mother cheetah, Izinyembezi, who had three little cubs.

Now, if you know anything about cheetahs, it's hard enough for 'em to have one. And our ol' gal Izinyembezi, she'd been blessed with three of the little suckers, so she treasured 'em more than the rain at the end of the dry season.

Every day she would take her cubs down to the river, and instruct her cubs to hide in a den she'd dug under the roots of a great tree. While she did so, she would hide in the brush nearby and wait for weak prey to wander down to drink. With lightning speed, Izinyembezi would make her kill, and then she'd take it to her three little cubs, where they'd feast like princes in the safety of their den.

Sounds like the life, don't it?