The railway car twisted, buckled and split apart, sending splinters of metal and wood in every direction. The lion was thrown free of the debris. He landed in bushes a hundred yards farther on. He lay there for a minute or two before rising painfully. He shook himself and limped past the bits of wood and metal to begin walking up the dark hill ahead. The lion came to a post in the ground. He smelled the disagreeable odor of the many dogs that had stopped there to lift their legs. Attached to the post was a sign: Welcome to High Park No Littering Excerpted from The Hollow under the Tree by Cary Fagan All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.