Bruno worked during the day at a shoe factory. Once a week in the evening he gave the local circus’ lion tamer an evening off by stepping into his shoes. Do not fear! Bruno was a fully-trained lion tamer. He knew lions like the back of his hand, and the lions knew him.
The most exciting part of the evening’s performance was always when the lion opened its mouth and Bruno would put his head in. It was nerve-wrac
Even in the jungles of darkest Africa, the wild creatures wondered how to celebrate most appropriately the 1300th story on this blog.
“Why don’t we,” suggested the pretty hyena, “celebrate with a dance?”
“A dance is a good idea,” added the elusive tiger, “but why not combine it with a feast?”
“A feast it is!” declared the imperial lion. “We shall celebrate the 1300th story on this blog with a massive feast.”
All the animals of the African jungle did just that. They attacked en masse the people of an entire village. There was plenty for all, although not a scrap left. And there was blood all over the place! What a feast! What a celebration! Congratulations!
Once there was a majestic Lion who had been the king of the jungle for quite a few years. But enough is enough. “I’ve done my bit,” he said. “It’s time for someone else to take the reins.”
Lady Giraffe dared suggest that a female should be in charge. “We’ve always had males,” she said. “It’s time for a woman, and why not me? I’m very capable, and what is more, unlike all these boys of the jungle, I’m squeaky clean.”
“You’re what?” exclaimed a Bunch of Bush Rats. “You’re corrupt to the core!”
“Easily solved,” said King Lion. “I shall give a Royal Pardon, and then everything will be alright!”
And he did! He royally pardoned Mrs Giraffe there and then.
“I accept!” said Mrs Giraffe graciously. “I’m innocent at last! Innocent at last! Thank God Almighty I’m innocent at last.”
“Aha!” exclaimed the Bunch of Bush Rats, “an acceptance of pardon is an admission of culpability.”