My name is Cleo. I’m a lion, a very big lion. I work in a circus, a very big circus. There, I

have many friends, Monk the monkey, Tig the tiger, Elly the elephant and Holly the horse.

-But look at me; I’m not a happy lion. I’m a

sad lion. I don’t like circus. I don’t like

traveling and living in a cage. I can’t run and I

can’t jump.

I don’t like the sound of the whip in my ears,

it hurts, I don’t like the lights on my face,

they burn and I don’t like standing on a stool

while people are clapping looking at me.

When the show ends, I like sleeping, I always dream of me seated under a

baobab tree.

I always dream of me running away or playing with my friends

I always dream of children taking care of animals and

respecting them.

I always dream of my friends being free

I always dream of Grasslands