John came back from a safari in Africa. Upon arrival, he went to his friend Mark, and told him of his adventures:
“I was out in the jungle.” He said.
“When all of a sudden I heard a noise in the bush behind me.
Looking back, I saw a huge lion, licking his chops, and smiling at me.
The lion started coming my way and I started running, with the lion not far behind.
When the lion was almost at my neck, he suddenly slipped, and I got ahead a bit.
The lion started gaining on me, and as he got closer, once again he slipped. I happened to see a house not far away and made towards it.
As I got close to the house, the lion was almost on top of me, when he slipped for a third time.
With the very last bit of strength, I ran into the house and closed the door in the lion’s face.”
“That’s some story there, John, I would have shat my pants.”
“Well, what do you think the lion kept slipping on?”
