“Keep away,” the notice warns in bold letters. The lion in the enclosure looks well-fed, but it’ll welcome a change in the menu, I’m sure.
The guard looks at me, a lone figure, and gestures not to go too near. I nod and step back a little.
I remember the anonymous phone call warning me that the police are on their way to arrest me for the first-degree murder of a political bigwig, climb on top of the fencing in a flash, and jump into the enclosure.
If the lion is quick enough, it’ll have a never-before-tasted lunch.
The guard looks at me, a lone figure, and gestures not to go too near. I nod and step back a little.
I remember the anonymous phone call warning me that the police are on their way to arrest me for the first-degree murder of a political bigwig, climb on top of the fencing in a flash, and jump into the enclosure.
If the lion is quick enough, it’ll have a never-before-tasted lunch.
