Lion Lore
#6 of Dumb Stuff I Wrote on the Fly
Inspired by The Lion, Captain Furry. The inflato-lion.
Okay, now, there's this pride of Lions in the Safari, and the patriarch is revving up to box the challenger in a few days. His lead wife is all jazzed because she wants to get out sexually, and she's sick of her freeloading cub pack who are all grown and freeloading, especially Purp, who is tidy and tight-wadded. She wants to kick him out the most. He's the most annoying.
Well, the challenger is all ready to box, when a tourist jeep runs over him, thus ending the match before it even starts. Wifey is all blue-balled, but Purp gets a taste (Purp is anthro while everyone else is feral) of a viscotti some kid dropped from his jeep, so Purp tracks down the trail of food and litter dropped by the jeep. Wifey, now that Purp is gone, takes to redecorating his room to accommodate their more lax standards of housekeeping. The rest of the litter all place bets on how long it'll take for Purp to return.
This is for Lion Day, way too late.