You see the mailman through the window. More specifically, you see another rubber lion with a mailman's satchel putting envelopes in the mailbox across the street. You gape and stare, tracing everything from the idle way his tail swishes to the way his thick paws slightly deform under his own weight with each step. He notices you staring and gives a hearty wave, oblivious to your confusion. You wave back dumly. How could he not realize what's happened?
You grab the paper from the front porch and stare at the front page. Then you quickly search through the headlines, paying attention to the absolute normalcy with which the news is delivered (except of course that every picture is full of rubber animals). As you see more photos, you eventually realize...