Lambton lion park.
My dad's girlfriends family lived near there and one afternoon a neighbour called to use the phone. She rang the lion park.
"Do you know where your rhinoceros is?"
"Er, we think so."
"Well you're wrong. It's in my garden and the bloody thing is eating my prize frigging roses."
It was herded back to the park with bin lids and tennis rackets apparently, poor half dead thing that it was. Totally docile and mostly bewildered.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Fri 25 Apr 2008, 14:26, Reply)