They raised the two until they grew too large for anything, too large for the past, too large for the future. Their fat baby bellies round, vulnerable. They soon grew to be as large as their own kids and just as difficult to carry around the town square, the meeting places where no one would question the ethics of this haphazard adoption.
They stroked royalty, crushed its fur. It was not a question anymore of too much or too little. What was left was another sort of dream of wilderness, a free roaming land where anything could take place, not the dull routine and comfort of structure. In fact, what had happened was that it was only a tame situation for now.
Either the cubs would kill someone out of hunger or they would soon be boiling away as obliviously curious meat in a wild pot of stew.