Its yellow face rises bloody from devouring the man’s neck. Both lion and plant, the odor of its aromatic roar is unmistakable as it shakes a mane of long petals.
“Oh, just dandy,” I say. “A mad scientist’s gen-gineered dad joke!”
It leaps.
I run.
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