The Wonderful Show.
One fine summer's afternoon, the Lion went trotting home in high good humour. As he went along, he kept muttering and grinning to himself, as if mightily pleased. When he got home, he banged at the door of his den with his tail. A Lion's tail is very strong and hard, you know, stronger and harder than any bell rope. The Lioness, his wife, was out at the back, combing out the manes of her young Lions, but presently she came and opened the door.
"My dear," cried the Lion, "such a piece of news!"
"Oh, indeed?" said the Lioness. "Have you found some travellers to eat?"
"Better than that," said the Lion, all a-glow, rubbing his paws.
"Oh, in-deed," said the Lioness, smiling. "Then it must be very good indeed."
"Yes," said the Lion. "Just guess, my love."
"How can I guess? I never was good at guessing. Besides, you could tell me quicker than I could guess," said the Lion's wife.