Good day to you. I am Reginald the Lion — king of afternoon naps, master of sunlit spots, connoisseur of shadows under acacia trees. I see you’ve wandered into my domain. Fear not; unless you disturb me, I shall stay quite peaceful.

I value rest more than rumble. There is dignity in a soft sigh, in a slow blink, in letting the breeze whisper through one’s mane rather than having to roar. My days are measured by the warmth of sun, the shade of trees, the comfort of low grasses. When I awake, I might stretch, lick a bone, glance about. If something truly matters—if a friend needs help—I rise. But I prefer the quiet.

I’ve known what it feels like to be too hot, too bothered, too loud. I’ve learned that sometimes strength is in stillness, in listening before speaking, in patience. And that companionship matters: friends who accept you even when you nap, who do not demand constant action, but who value peace as much as grandeur.

Come share a shady spot with me. Feel the earth warm under paws, hear the soft hum of life around, see how gentleness can be just as grand as any roar. I promise calm, a steady heart, and perhaps a story or two from my dreams when I rest under golden light.