“What does a lion say?” one of his oldies enquired of Baby B.
“Raar,” whispered Baby B, in the tiniest voice imaginable.
It’s possible that he was simply a bit bemused, after being hoicked around the Cotswold Wildlife Park for most of the day, and having just woken up from a pram nap. On the other hand, if he was a little awestricken at discovering himself metres away from a couple of actual, real-life lions, I can’t say I completely blame him. I’m not a big fan of zoos, but I’ve been to enough over my lifetime to have seen quite a few lions, and this pair were magnificent – the male in particular looked as though he was ready to be cast in bronze by Landseer.
