Roary the Lion was as tough as can be. His glare could make a huge buffalo flee. He could knock down a tree with a swipe of his claw… but Roary the Lion was unable to roar.
‘Laugh!’
He then had a chat with a venomous snake, Roary was scared, she made his legs shake. ‘I’ll teach you to roar if you give me a kiss.’ ‘No thanks!’ Roary cried, with a bit of a…
Roary then felt a sharp peck on his neck… ‘What’s up?’ squawked a parrot, ‘You look like a wreck!’ Roary said sadly, ‘I can squeak, neigh and more, I can laugh, hiss and fart, but I simply can’t roar.’
‘Of course,’ cried the parrot, ‘But I can see more… I see a lion with a powerful roar. I may be a bird-brain, but here is the thing – to strengthen your voice, you must learn how to sing.’