| Just then the lion
stirs and growls. It pounces on top of you and clamps its jaws around
your throat. As the sharp teeth press into your neck, you realize,
"This is it!"
Then the lion opens its eyes wide. It retracts its teeth and jumps off you. "Terribly sorry!" the lion says. "I was having bad dream there!" "So was I," you say, pulling your collar up to hide the vampire-class hickey it gave you. |