The striped critters’ problem was not Cecil. Their problem was Cecil’s wives. They went to work while Cecil sunned himself. From time to time, they took down a zebra or two, permitting Cecil to elbow them aside and gorge himself and, with his wives, make more lions and lionesses. Cecil was a slacker! A proper king of the beasts!
he’d probably wade thru hurricane water; carrying a case of green bottled beer...