Today's OneWord: Roar

With a loud roar, the lion pounced at the bars where Bobby stood, wide-eyed, the ice cream dripping in brown ribbons down the sleeve of his striped shirt. The boy did not flinch or scream, instead staring down the aggressive feline with a mixed sense of calm and awe.

"Bobby!" I heard my husband shout. "Step back!"

The lion tried to stick its paw through its cage to swipe at our son, but he still did not move. Instead, he placed his palm on the big cat's furry pad.