If You Were a Tiger, I’d Have to Wear White

A journalist comes to interview the MGM lion, and finds the glamour tarnishing.

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    “We’ve had people write stories about us before,” Lola said, suspiciously. “And none of ‘em got it right, did they Leo, honey?”

    The lion took a thoughtful drag, but did not respond. It was that kind of day. It had been that kind of day for weeks now. Nobody was talking, and everyone was in a bad mood.