the young lion talked helplessly
but the zookeeper was not interested
he had an appointment with dr browne at noon
and was expecting a call from his broker, mr fisk, at two
he felt that the predictions of doom in the press were fabricated
and he was too old a hand to be taken in
meanwhile the lion’s account grew more lurid by the minute
does the creature have no shame, the zookeeper wondered
a cloud drifted back and forth in the yellow sky
the zookeeper looked down at his black shoe and a white spider crawled across it
the interview was over
the lion went back to his cage
still weeping profusely at the injustice of it all
because, in the end, that was all it took
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sadly, the orange cat slept
he missed all the excitement
uncle carl was released from prison after serving fourteen years for an undisclosed crime
the front lawn was filled with reporters
but aunt susan made strawberry shortcake for dessert, as she did every thursday
mother pretended to be happy that uncle carl had been released
but she would really rather be in the montana badlands
with her first love, black jack carter
but the reporters were remorseless
one fellow, especially, who wore a red tie and an old-fashioned white trenchcoat in spite of the heat
peggy went outside and attempted to appeal to their better natures
to no avail, as you may have guessed
later that night, watching dan rather, we all pretended that nothing had happened
including uncle carl, who sat quietly in the corner, devouring the last of aunt susan’s strawberry shortcake
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