Felicia awoke the next morning groggy and slightly appalled at her very strange dreams. She dreamt about a little Indian guy called "Little Running Gag", and he'd followed her around, all night. It was really annoying. She yawned, and slithered out of the blankets into her robe. She walked into her bathroom, and took a nice, long, hot shower before dressing in a nice pair of bell-bottomed and grass-stained jeans she'd been able to wear since she was sixteen, and a baggy black men's shirt. She yawned, and decided she could drive, no matter the fact that she was in a day-dreamy mode, and actually passed the zoo... twice.

She stumbled into her office, tired and a bit agitated, though she didn't know why. She'd gotten a good amount of sleep, and had a nice hot shower, but she had that awful nagging feeling that it was going to be a bad day.

"Lovely," She said aloud, answering her own thoughts, and was about to take her book out to start reading, yuck, when Trixie burst into the room.

"Fell! You've gotta get down to the lion's enclosure, Sambe's gotten himself tangled in a camera strap!" The young swan yelled, breathing heavily as if she'd just run a marathon. This woke Fell up.

"Ok! Ok!" She ran out of her office, Trixie trailing behind her. "What's he got tangled?"

"His front right paw, his mid-section, and his back left paw. His mother is right there, but she won't touch him, so you might want to bring a tranq. gun!" She shouted helpfully as the vixen jumped into the drivers seat of the parks' jeeps.

"Well, at least I know it's going to be a good day." She said, peppy and sarcastic as she waved Trixie into the jeep beside her. "There are two tranq guns in the box behind my seat," she said, starting up and taking off down the bumpy, dirt and pebble covered roads towards the big cats' habitat. Trixie leaned into the back seat, and sat back forward, now holding two huge guns, she shuddered slightly.

"Um," She swallowed.

"Yes Trixie, I need you to go into the enclosure with me, to watch my back." Fell said softly, putting her paw on the swan's wing comfortingly. "I doubt you'll even have to use that, most of the lions know when to back off." She pulled the jeep into the employee's only section, and parked it behind the door to the lion's cage. She turned to Trixie, and deciding to lighten the mood, put on her best Rambo face, and held her gun long ways across her chest. "Let's go." She kicked open the door, hearing the girl give a small nervous chuckle as she followed behind her, shaking a bit.

Trixie swallowed hard again, she just couldn't bring herself to use a gun, even if it was just a tranq. She shivered, partly because she was scared, and also because she'd just looked up at the huge cement wall that separated the lions from the customers. It wasn't at all like the giraffe enclosure, that one had low walls, but only because the giraffes didn't ever leave, and even if they did, they didn't pose a threat. Lions on the other hand were a totally different story. Angry, powerful, temperamental, and incredibly territorial. She shuddered again, and saw the gathering audience of little kids and parents at the railings above, shouting, waving, pointing and gasping.

"Trix," She snapped her attention to Fell who had put her paw on her shoulder again, she smiled slightly. "Ok Trix, here's what we're gonna do. I'm gonna go ahead and get Sambe's mom with a tranq., then I'm gonna go in, but I need you to stay with me, and watch all directions while I try and free our little trouble maker before his mom decides the tranq. just isn't enough." Trixie nodded, and swallowed, Fell pointed to the tree they were behind. "Go ahead and climb up the first few branches, this lioness is old, and she won't be able to climb, but she may just run at us." Trixie's mouth dropped a foot, and she made a soft, whimpering noise, then complied. Fell crouched down beside the tree, and brought the gun over her shoulder. She aimed, and pulled the trigger.