Evading The Lion As I sit waiting for a train, a circus train passes by on another track. Suddenly I realize that a lion is sitting right behind me; I can feel the heat from his body. I don't know how long he has been there, but he must have escaped from the circus. Although there is no indication that he is going to hurt me, I am suddenly terrified. I hop onto a horse-drawn carriage that passes by in order to escape the lion, but the lion follows me all the way home. When I frantically warn the adults about the lion, they don't seem concerned even though they have toddlers. Please, just keep the doors and windows shut, I beg, but somehow the lion gets into our house. No one else will take this seriously and it's making me angry. I try calling 911, but a woman answers who says that 911 is her home phone number. I'm trembling with fear as we talk because the lion is inside now and stalking me through the house. I hear him pacing in the other room, growling and clawing at the door. The woman gives me a more elaborate number to call, something like 230546871546EEA2. Finally, I manage to get through to the emergency hotline, but since I don't know the address of the house, I have to run out and look for the street name and number, once again risking lion attack. I finally manage to get everyone else to take the threat of lion attack seriously. "Whoa! There really is a lion in the house," they exclaim, and I'm pissed off that they didn't believe me before. We huddle together and make evasion plans. Someone suggests that we wear oxygen masks and then drain the house of air so that the lion will suffocate, but what if the lion breaks a window to let in air? Finally, we decide to turn ourselves into snails and crawl onto the ceiling in order to avoid the lion. Yeah, that ought to work.