A bullet cuts through the air and ends up inside Terry's cranium.
Leo can't care less.He is living a moment of joyous rapture. Freedom!
He walks indicesively out the wire fence and wanders the gravel path for a minute before engaging in the first senseless race since he was a cub. He is suddenly stopped by the appealing metallic smell of blood.
Oh, yes, Terry's blood.
Terry's name sounds terribly like breakfast all at once. Terry had always been, maybe still was, a nice man to him.
Could he or couldn't he...
Temptation is strong.
He remembers Terry bringing tons of chicken carcasses. Yet he is also the one who prevents him from roaming the woods. But he rescued him from the romanian circus. And sometimes he even brings rabbits...alive ones!
He looks at Terry, chooses staying hungry, and keeps walking towards the wilderness of the woods.
Leo is still wondering about him when a bullet finishes the promise of freedom.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2050778/Lions-bears-loose-Ohio-Armed-police-wrap-hunt-51-animals.html
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Leo was the Metro Goldwin Mayer Lion, by the way. Lions are felines, aren't they?
At least I´m fairly sure that if my cats venture out they are not going to be shot dead.
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