Preying in the Morning

Upon waking, the lion peered from his den and saw that the large black beast on the West bank of the river had finally abandoned its prey. Leaping to his feet, the lion vowed to take advantage of this rare opportunity. He bounded out of his den, which was slightly downstream of the prized meal, and put all his energy into pounding against the current until he reached and fed upon what had become rightfully his. Once the dust had settled, he went back to his den and, from across the river, looked out over the carcass. His chest puffed up with pride, and he held his head high as he silently congratulated himself on another successful hunt.

And that's how I, in anticipation of Alternate Side Rules, reversed down our one-way street to snag the vacant parking spot in front of our apartment at 6 o'clock this morning.