There was a pregnant gazelle and it was her time to deliver her new baby. Unfortunately, there was a lion approaching to devour her. A hunter from the other side is aiming at her. A fire started in the wood and in front of her, there was the sea.
She was laboring, and we know the pains of childbirth. What should she do? The danger was coming from all the directions. She decided to deliver her baby in the same place.
Suddenly, there was a big thunder, and it started to rain. The hands of the hunter shook and his bullet missed the gazelle and killed the lion. The rain quenched the flames of that fire and she delivered her baby safely.
Any messages from that short story?