Once there was a young girl lion. Her name was Isha though her friends the bright yellow black- headed weaver birds often called her Sha. "Sha, sha, sha," they would sing when they saw her coming. They lived above her in round grass nests hanging from tree branches. Sometimes there are many nests on one branch and they sway in the wind above the Ntungwe River. Isha lived deep in Africa in the south-west of Uganda and very near Congo. She was quite happy there but she had a big problem. You are going to hear all about it. Really, it's hard to explain. If you came to visit Isha I'm sure you would understand.
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