Why I dislike lions.
When I was a young lad of 6, I found gainful employment riding sidecar with a daredevil-of-sorts. We would race around a giant circular roadway and entertain the public with our derring-do and hi-jinks.
But alas, my employer decided that something more exciting was needed. And so someone suggested a wild animal, perhaps a cockatoo or an egret. But my employer, the daredevil, wanted his audience to experience heart-pounding excitement and sheer terror, the kind that no 6 year old could provide. And so the idea of a lion came to pass.
It was a resounding but short-lived success as during the first ride, the lion proceeded to eat the daredevil. I soon found myself out of work and penniless. And for that, I dislike lions.
You're showing your age, sir! This was clearly before MGCOTHTU, Motorcycling Great Cats Of the Hinterlands Trade Union. (They weren't so good with acronyms in those days. Almost as if that came up with the name on a whim at 9:43 pm one night. Sort of like IATSE) Don't worry, your secret is safe with me old, very old chap!
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