“I’m so hungry,” growled the caged lion.
“I also,” said the tiger pacing behind bars across the way. “The Romans haven’t fed me for days. They want a good show when they bring the prisoners into the Coliseum this afternoon. I understand the Emperor will attend.”
“Are the prisoners Christians or barbarians?” asked the lion.
“What does it matter,” scoffed the tiger. “They’re FOOD!”
“I won’t eat a Christian,” said the lion.
“If you don’t, the Romans will probably kill you for not providing the emperor’s entertainment. Besides, all prisoners taste the same. What’s the difference?”
“I’m a Christian lion.”
“I also,” said the tiger pacing behind bars across the way. “The Romans haven’t fed me for days. They want a good show when they bring the prisoners into the Coliseum this afternoon. I understand the Emperor will attend.”
“Are the prisoners Christians or barbarians?” asked the lion.
“What does it matter,” scoffed the tiger. “They’re FOOD!”
“I won’t eat a Christian,” said the lion.
“If you don’t, the Romans will probably kill you for not providing the emperor’s entertainment. Besides, all prisoners taste the same. What’s the difference?”
“I’m a Christian lion.”
