For decades, on a corner of a busy intersection in town, there sat a waist-high, cement lion. About three years ago, it suddenly disappeared. I felt wounded, like part of our town's history was missing.
A couple weeks ago, in order to avoid traffic, I drove down a narrow side street, about a mile from the busy intersection. Lo and behold! There, sitting next to a warehouse, was the lion!
I was so excited with my find, that the next time my husband and I were in a car together, I took him down that very road. However, by this time, someone had knocked the poor lion over.
My husband's first thought: "The lion's lyin', and I ain't."