“Let’s go to see him,” Veve proposed.
The three girls drew near the lion cages. An attendant had removed nearly all of the canvas cage covers.
Buster, a sleek old animal with a mane, kept pacing up and down. Now and then he would give a loud roar.
“Buster is in a hurry for his breakfast,” laughed Eva. “And here it comes now.”
A man brought several large chunks of raw meat for the lions. Buster’s allotment fell just outside his cage. The lion kept trying to pull the meat through the bars, but could not get it easily.
“He can’t get his food,” said Connie anxiously. She thought someone should help the lion.
“Yes, he can,” replied Eva. “Buster enjoys his meal more if he has to work to get it. The attendant always puts it just outside the cage.”
In a moment Buster managed to pull the big hunk of meat through the iron bars. Holding it in his teeth, he leaped up on a shelf in the cage. There he lay, chewing contentedly.
“Now what shall we see?” asked Veve. She was a little tired of watching the lion.
“I can’t show you anything more,” said Eva regretfully. “It’s time for me to practice my riding act. See you later.”