Here we are at the Lincoln Park Zoo. The King of Beasts mounts his rock throne and roars–at whom? Why? And the crowd of humans applauds vigorously. As if that were what he’d been waiting for, the lion stops roaring and settles down. He’s said his piece.
What’s it like to hear that roar out in the open, with nothing between you and it but a canvas tent?
In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight…
He doesn’t sound sleepy to me, bwana.