A lion padded down the sidewalk toward him, shedding light. He knew he began then to talk–loud enough to wake the neighbourhood. Face to face, the lion rose up, as if to greet him, but inside the lion, barely visible, he saw a line-drawing of a man. Then, the lion dropped on all-fours and followed the sidewalk. Turning suddenly, with his right paw, he threw a piece of light–it seemed to have no form–it was not a jewel–a piece of light–and it glowed a little red before it was gone.
