When I was little, my cousins and I used to go to a small zoo in the countryside where a single lion was kept in the saddest cage. He would stand on his hind legs, jump on the bars, roar, and scare us silly. I always thought he was so sad all by himself in that horrible place. All these years later, I still think about him once in a while, and I just had to make him a friend and imagine him all happiness and smiles.