The ball rolled into the gold bowl and out into the green bowl. This green bowl had a lion painted on.
"Oh, bad luck, missed the gold bowl, but our lion tamer will be thrilled. Our old lion died six months ago, and people don't get that thrilled seeing a man with trained cheetah, as they do when I puts his head in a lions mouth."
"Raw-r?" you ask. You raise your hand to your throat. Something is wrong with your voice. You feel hair growing out of your throat. And you look at your hand. It's furry too. You are amazed as you extend your retractable claws. Your clothing is binding in all the wrong places. The carnie talks into a walkie talkie, and two roustabouts appear pushing a wild animal cage, and short man in a big game hunter's costume carrying a whip and wearing a pith helmet follows behind them.
"Bon, bon!" says the little man, "You got me a new lion!" He pulls out a gun, and shoots you with a tranquilizer dart. You gasp and fall to the ground.
The little Frenchman orders the roustabouts to strip you naked, "Whoever heard of a lion wearing clothes?" he quips. The carnie makes sure that the roustabouts turn over your wallet, keys and phone to him. Then they load your furry naked body into the cage.