The Story
The old Griffin sighed as he laid himself out in the sun on a rock. It was his favorite rock in the small open meadow. He stretched out his talons, yawning now. He wasn't used to feeling his age. Perhaps it was the depressing knowledge that his kind were dying out.
This forest had been the home of griffins since time began. But there were problems. Many griffins were getting sick and dying. There were also predators and humans wo were killing them by the handfuls. The old griffin knew of more than a few nest which had been left abandoned throughout the forest. It was a comforting fact that the eggs themselves would be all right for a time (as long as no scavengers found the nest). They would wait until surrogate mothers came to warm them, then they would hatch. It would be hard work to gather them, so the old griffin decided it'd be best if he kept a watch out for them, at least every few days or so.
He had found a small litter of some baby griffins the day before yesterday. They were hungry when he found them, so he assumed their mother had been killed while hunting. Now they were growing up very well under his care, calling him "Grandfather" even though he was not related to them. But even though he had fought many times, and had defeated any enemy who had ever stood up against him, he was not the best caretaker for the griffin cubs. They needed more love and nurturing than he, in his old age, could give. He got up on slowly, resolving himself to find caretakers, if they could prove themselves to him. Not only for the cubs, but for all the abandoned eggs in the forest.
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So now fair ladies and gentlemen, since you are owners of Griffs, please feel free to continue on your ways, letting your Griffs play with one another while you take care of them.
