Age old story isn't it?
The last animal on my rug is a yellow lion who shines golden in the sun. Shiny.
Is he as strong as he thinks he is? Does he truly want to lie down with that lamb. (Really, that lamb isn't even in the carpet.)
How do others perceive him? Are they frightened by his fierceness or are the envious of his strength? Just who is this guy, they're wondering?
This will be a thought provoking one for me.
For now, he's fuzzy, cute, in full stride as he walks around the carpet. He is King of my jungle.