Day by day, the lion’s head poked from behind trees that were closer and closer to where she set down the bowl.
Until one morning the lion was sitting next to the empty bowl when she arrived, waiting for her. This time she sat and waited while the lion ate. When he was done, she petted its thick fur, just like a house cat. She looked into its gentle lion eyes and saw that it now trusted her.
"Actually,” she thought, “it is a rather friendly creature, when you get to know it."
This went for for awhile until finally Leeya thought the time had come to see if she could get the whisker.
The next day, she brought with her a small knife. After she set down the bowl of food, and the lion allowed her to pet its head, she said in a low voice, "Oh, dearest lion! Might I have please just one of your many fine whiskers?"