Simba The Lion

A lion, male and fully fed was resting in a tractor shed. He had misplaced his hat of straw and did not like his skin too raw, and as you know the Southern sun would scare the habit off a nun. The lion slept while his good mate hid near the ten foot iron gate that separated wild from tame and was the crossroad for all game. She knew that hubby needed rest and, once awake he'd beat his chest in a small gesture that he would have dinner now, as well he should. By then, she'd have a small gazelle caught by the station's shallow well, they'd all, and often twice a day come down to drink. Some had to pay and this was justice of a kind compassion though was rather blind. While lion slept the farmer started the green John Deere, which quickly farted, and roared into a noisy life 'twas overheard by Simba's wife. She rushed into the tractor shed where hubby, sleeping and well fed had not been woken by the clatter, she wondered now what was the matter. The farmer also, still half-snoozing due to a prior night of boozing, had not discovered the intruder (though he was smaller but not shrewder) he put the gearshift in reverse and hummed a well-known Christian verse out through the barn door he went slowly, while lion woke, said Holy-Moly, what is this fellow doing here? His spouse now whispered, hush my dear we cannot eat this man of hope I saw him eat an antilope. He prays for rain and wildebeests he is the reason we have feasts! And so, they let the farmer pass, he disappeared in the tall grass. The lions, wise but practical stayed in the shed. The tactical and logical solution was to rest and think of the old laws, a farmer in a tiny shed is useful to two lions. Dead.