Once, I visited the lion section of the San Diego Zoo. As I was making my way through a maze-like path, with high walls covered with educational plaques and pictures of lions, I heard — no, FELT — a chest-rattling ROAR.
* BEN'S NOTES *
"Nice sound-system," I thought, assuming that the roar was part of the info-tainment EXPERIENCE. It was effective but honestly a little much.
Then I emerged into the open to see a male lion — still 100 yards away — roaring his dominance to the sky. Despite the fences, crowds, the flashing cameras, I felt in my bowels the primal fear of the savannah.
I was left NOT with the impression that humans had conquered the unconquerable, but that I was being permitted to live only by the NOBLESSE OBLIGE of the King of the Forest.
So I imagine the roar of the Karhuleiyon.
