I put my hands on my waist,
Raised my voice, and said:
“Hey! Mr. Lion! You huge, curly-haired Mr. Lion! Listen to me!”
The gigantic, curly-haired Mr. Lion looked all over me and roared:
“What is it? What do you want, you freaky weak and cheeky child”
I said: “I am the kid of the gentleman you ate this morning, remember?”He said: “You mean the nagging and bad-tempered gentleman?
I said: “That’s right, the nagging and bad-tempered gentleman.”
The lion leaned on his chest, saying: “What is it? So now you are here to take revenge for your dad?”
I replied: “No, not at all! I don’t feel like doing that.”
The lion asked: “So what do you want? To be paid for the loss?”
I said: “Nope. I just don’t have the feeling to do that either.”
The lion said: “So what is that you want, you prejudiced kid?”
I said: “Our house keys.”
His mane got all spiky in surprise: “I beg your pardon?!”
I said: “You know the house key was in the pocket of his trousers.”
The Mr. Lion shook his head in grief with a sigh and I could hear the sound of the keys there.
By: Farhad Hasanzadeh
Translated by: Shaghayegh Ghandehari