Born Free

To make it up to them,
we hung an old tire from a tree...

...and Elsa particularly fell in Iove with it.
They're beginning to look like lions now.
Yes, and to behave like them, too.
Don't I remember
the father was a man-eater?

You don't believe that man-eating
is an inherited trait, do you?

I don't think anyone really knows.
I hope you're ready for lunch, 'cause I am.
And hungry enough to eat a hyena.

John's just wondering if your cubs
might start eating people one day.

You're joking, of course.
You know my lions are perfect little angels.

Yes, but they'll be very large angels soon.
Isn't it about time you thought
of shipping them off to a zoo?

Is that an order, John?
You're touchy. Have you been feeding him
that lion's milk he's famous for?

Of course it's not an order.
But it's a good idea, isn't it?

Yes, of course, you're right.
We've already arranged to send them
to Rotterdam Zoo.

-We're not ecstatic about it.
-Why? lt's excellent.

He means we're going to miss them.
I know I will, terribly.
Particularly one of them.

Of course you will.
They're absolutely loveable at this age.

-Forgot to shut the gates.
-Heaven help the house. Hurry!

Perfect little angels!
John, be a dear and get hold of Elsa.
-Be careful, she's not very strong.
-Neither am I.

No, you don't understand. She's delicate.
So am I. Let George fetch her.