Environmental Worries

Two lions lounged down by the river, just finishing their zebra liver. While chewing still, one lion mentioned that this noon meal, though well-intentioned, and brought to them by lionesses was tasty but left many guesses as to the nature of the flesh. Of course it had been served quite fresh but what about the origin, they knew that zebras and their kin do graze all over the Savannah to find their chlorophyll-rich manna. So far so good, but studies show much pesticide where grasses grow. Perhaps a conference was needed to see that levels which exceeded the universal lower figures would automatically be triggers for full reports, delivered quickly. One sign would be a rather sickly and limping, staggering gazelle they would not hunt what was not well. The weeks went by, the females came back from their hunts for jungle game and often they came empty-pawed while in their bellies hunger gnawed. It seems that there were plenty cripples some great big cows still sucking nipples and unafraid of hunting beasts since uninvited to their feasts. The King was finally fed-up, he raised his blood-filled skullbone cup and toasted to a change in tactic which was in fact a prophylactic would keep the wolf far from the door, they'd spare the lame and frail no more as they were meant to be brought down said he and placed his silver crown onto the termite hill nearby to keep it safe and also dry. 'While additives and pesticides and even those thalidomides wreak havoc in our food supply we must ignore the How and Why just think, we eat two-legged creatures and while we like their outer features, they are so full of chemistry that you can taste the misery. So I suggest you girls get busy I see a zebra, she looks dizzy don't worry, bring her here of course I'm hungry, I could eat a horse.'