A non-maj's perspective

by The Feisty Rogue

Charlie's watching two men break into a jewellery store when he notices something much more interesting: a lion walking down a New York street.

"Mom! Mom! There's a lion on the street!" Charlie yelled. Janice sighed.

"What did I tell you about making up a load of balony?" She admonished.

"Honest mom! Look!"

Janice continued scrubbing at the dishes, only to freeze when a ferocious roar resonated from outside the apartment. She dropped the plate she was washing and rushed to the window.

"Holy crap there's a lion on the street!" She stared as a squadron of police officer surrounded it. They were alternating between scratching their heads and pointing their guns at the creature.

"You said a bad word." Charlie commented.

"Is that a giraffe?" Janice wondered as the head of the animal drew level with the window.

"Swell!" Charlie exclaimed.