John had just returned from a thrilling safari in Africa and couldn’t wait to share his story with his friend Mark. «You won’t believe what happened to me in the jungle,» he began excitedly.

«I was wandering through the thick brush when I suddenly heard a noise behind me. I turned around and saw a huge lion, licking its chops and practically smiling at me.

My heart nearly stopped. The lion started coming toward me, and I did the only thing I could think of—I ran for my life. The lion was right behind me, getting closer and closer, but just as it was about to pounce, it slipped and fell. I took the chance to put some distance between us, but it quickly got back on its feet and started gaining on me again.

When it was almost at my neck, it slipped a second time. I spotted a house up ahead and sprinted toward it with every ounce of strength I had left. As I reached the door, the lion was nearly on top of me, but it slipped one more time. I barely managed to dive into the house and slam the door shut behind me.»

Mark’s eyes widened. «That’s incredible, John! I would have shat my pants.»

John grinned, leaning in closer. «Exactly, Mark. What do you think the lion kept slipping on?»