I got him as a cub. He grew into a four hundred pound mass of muscle before I knew it. Now, every time I enter a room he leaps onto me. I know he is being affectionate but it is disconcerting.
I have to do something. I decide to make a break for it. He senses something and he lunges at me. I put my shoulder against the door and manage to push it shut.
I walk down to city hall to report my problem. As soon as I enter a woman hands me a plastic wrapped blanket. I look at her in bewilderment. “I have a lion in my house,” I said. She begins to talk and I can’t understand a word.