It was a Friday. Our plans were the same as any other day; eat breakfast, play outside, have a snack, play outside, eat lunch, (take a nap) play outside. So, when a little lion came walking through our backyard things changed (only in minor ways however, nap time was still an absolute, and all designated eating times were still observed, really it was just AWESOME to play with a lion).
We found her in the back- we still aren't sure to this day where she came from or where she went when she left. Archie and I talked about it and we think she lives in the big tree and she only comes out on days when the tree guards are on vacation, like last Friday. The friendly animals have a whole city under that tree; that's what we think. 
Well, little Archie was just walking around the house with his hands in his pockets wishing for an adventure- and then we went outside.
The little lion and Archie became friends right away. They both had similar colored 'fur'. They were about the same size. They also seemed to speak a similar language.
Archie taught the lion how to play with the toys, for, down under the tree the lions don't have toys.
The little lion even learned how to drive a car- and then....
She was gone. Archie searched everywhere, he ran through the back yard, and even asked the chickens if they had seen the lion, but she was no where to be found. The chickens didn't know where she had gone, but they did tell him not to worry. Someday she will come back, she may not be a lion, but she will come back. I asked Archie if he was sad. He said he wasn't because the chickens told him everything would be okay.
"I don't understand" I said.
He looked at me with a loving pity in this eyes and said with confidence: "she will come back mom, don't worry."
I didn't question him further.
"But she won't be lion anymore, she'll be a horse" he said simply.
So, we'll keep our eyes peeled for a horse to climb out of the tree and appear in our backyard to play.
