“Roar roar purrrrr!” Shouted the lion. Rearing his head, he cast his gaze upwards to the sky above. He turned a few heads who looked disapprovingly round, shushing him for the ruckus he made. Most pretended not to have noticed, for it was common knowledge not to indulge the king of the jungle’s cries for attention and adoration. And so went the day that the angel came down and offered the world the most beautiful song ever heard, and no one noticed but the lion, who had tried to warn everyone and who only really heard half of it because of the buzz of conversation and shushing that filled his royal ears.
‘Liberty Inviting Artists to Take Part in the 22nd Exhibition of the Societe Des Artistes Independants’