Tonight, Susan could not sleep. It had been two weeks since she had recieved that early morning delivery. The stuffed lion was in his basket, but still located on the counter.

“100 bottles of beer on the wall
100 bottles of beer!
Take one down, pass it around
99 bottles of beer on the wall!“

Susan sat up, listening.

“99 bottles of beer on the wall
99 bottles of beer!
Take one down, pass it around
98 bottles of beer on the wall!“

She opened her bedroom door and the singing got louder.

“98 bottles of beer on the wall
98 bottles of beer!
Take one down, pass it around
97 bottles of beer on the wall!“

She walked out into the kitchen, and there sat the stuffed lion, in his basket…But he was singing, really singing! The lion turned to face her, in shock himself.

“Hey!” He said, with some sort of a smile.

“Oh my!” Susan gasped, falling backwards unconcious.

“Time to go” the lion said, jumping out of the basket and into the box, waiting for the delivery boy