The Lion in Winter

I was LION in bed, wondering what to do with my day. I'd be LION if I said I felt better. The dreaded man cold still has the grips on me, but maybe just a little better today. Hope so.

Located about a mile from my house...Peacock Antiques used to hold shop. They specialized in huge pieces from Europe. Massive metal gazebos, huge horse statues, and tons of different metal decorations. Quite a sight to see, with prices into the 10's of thousands.

The bidness couldn't make it. Perhaps too selective of a clientele. The only pieces left are these lions, and a handful of large columns. Plus...there are NO TRESPASSING signs at the front gate. I pulled in...ready to plead my ignorance. That...I'm good at.

Let me PAWS here for a few lion questions. What would be the MANE reason someone would buy this? I turn the question inward. What would keep me from buying it? I think it would be the CLAWS that I would have to transport them myself. Even if it is only a mile...it would be a FUR piece to travel. If I could get them home...what would keep me from displaying them? My PRIDE, of course.

Why are 2 free, and 2 caged? The 2 caged ones must have been chasing the peacocks.

In the case of these beautiful creatures...it's not always good to be KING. The ROAR of the four is no more.