The railway car twisted, buckled and split apart, sending splinters of metal and wood in every direction. The lion was thrown free of the debris. He landed in bushes a hundred yards farther on. He lay there for a minute or two before rising painfully. He shook himself and limped past the bits of wood and metal to begin walking up the dark hill ahead. The lion came to a post in the ground. He smelled the disagreeable odor of the many dogs that had stopped there to lift their legs. Attached to the post was a sign: Welcome to High Park No Littering
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