My man says I am a "good boy" - and usually he's right. I am a very nice, dear, friendly, charming and of course, extremely good-looking lion. One just has to like me and I've got it like to be like me. Only sometimes ... So, how should I say it? A day at the circus is long and although I try for years, I am still not able to make clear Martin, that some things with which he deals - such as have been with the rhino - completely unnecessary. Instead, he could spend time quietly with me.
he might not and so it is inevitable that from time to time I must make my own entertainment. But at least I had time because the days fun again. I was standing that is very close to the elephant tent - and that means that the big, thick gray had at least four times each day past me.
Now I am, unlike some lions in the enclosure Ladies opposite, absolutely not interested in getting an elephant between the teeth. I mean, the girls think there probably efficient, above all, with an elephant could feed a whole family of lions for a week. Only I did not want to belong to the family. I am convinced that elephants are Ghastly tough. In addition, Jana would cry when I would scrape one of its beloved gray animals - and I can not beautiful women do not look sad, certainly not my Jana (I also suspect they would take it amiss - and then I would probably have no chance , again to get the remains of venison).
But with all due sympathy for Jana: Sometimes I stop a bit boring ...
And if you go constantly kept elephants in my area ... So, let's be honest: could you resist to the great horror vergackeiern it a bit?
I believe, in fact, elephants just do not understand a lot of fun. Moreover, they have absolutely no understanding of the needs of a luxury lions like me. The fact they have proved once again last week.
you know, I like green (yes, my favorite color is blue, but in the pen, I still like green stuff). And although my personal interior designer (= Martin) regarding the distribution of decorative leaves much to be desired and I are still every time he was my Enclosure has reworked refurbished, it must - the day I always get at least enough green stuff to play and accessorizing. And last week there were even beautiful fresh birch branches. The smelled good, the leaves ringing softly when the wind blew through it - but I like birch branches.
The elephant they may - and obviously much better than me. The fact they eat you - and every time they came in past me, saw in them that they thought, "Why is the elephant in the feed has enclosure?" Colonel Joe ran together every time the water in the mouth, and Bara was probably only their good breeding (or your mind healthy elephant? I have known quite sharp claws) deterred times to fish with his trunk for my birch twigs.
drooling elephants, which are greedy for my birch branches are funny. And there's funny, when moving the birch twigs! Then get the big horror surprised and wag their ears. It annoys them, I think - and I's could give me just can not resist: Every time the elephants marched past me, I've played it a bit with my branches. Sometimes drag a bit because to lean against it, including by zip (okay, okay whiz, is not my - to keep a lion must be on his dignity and therefore moves measured, as is proper) - everything that moves the branches and the elephant to wag ears and trumpet brings. I believe that from the need and - adds variety to their lives. And if they think at the end, the horror that I would personally - I can live with. Makes me annoyed namely elephant fun. Having said that, I am Martin's "good boy" and a really cute lion.
thanks to Ferdinando Klemenz, who has given us the beautiful photos!
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