"Oops! Sorry ... wrong beach!"
One evening, I awoke lyin' on a strange beach. Close beside me, was a lion, also lyin' on the beach. He turned his majestic head toward mine and roared, "GET OFF MY BEACH!"
The stench of recently-deceased impala overwhelmed my olfactory sense. "Ye gads! ... That tsunami carried me all the way to Africa!" I surmised. How else to explain a lion, lyin' on a beach?
Welp ... if I didn't quit lyin' on his beach, I'd soon be lyin' inside the lion - except in posthumous pieces. Therefore, tip-toeing trepidatiously, I retrieved my rubber dinghy, and paddled pronto ... for home in Toronto.