Tiptoe In the Barnyard

Tiptoe in the barnyard, for the kitty is on a tear. He is angry at someone who put creamed corn in his hair. I had not met kitty yet; did not know he was a full-grown lion. When I tiptoed past, he turned his head. I thought I might be dy’n. He gave a yawn but did not make any moves toward me. I creeped back into the house and said, “Is he at all friendly?” The farmer’s wife looked out and saw the lion for the first time. “I don’t know this kitty,” she admitted. “That big guy is not mine.”