If the boss suddenly calls a meeting of only select employees, scheduled for a few days hence, it feels rather like the zebra herd on the plains have all just heard rustling in the grasses. Freeze. Heads up. Scan the horizon. Ears pricked and flicked to capture every direction. Listen.
In the past, I have been the one to panic early. Every breeze that rustles the grasses could be something moving in there. Run!
Not this time. Stay still. Don't speak. Wait. Listen. Take notes even if just mental notes, but don't give yourself away with braying or grunting or scattering the herd. Safety in numbers. Just wait.
If the lion seems near, let it show itself. It might just be a baby lion. Maybe it's just a dandelion after all.
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It was a big lion. We should have guessed. We watched it go in for the kill and then we went back to eating the grass. Zebras don't fight back or seek revenge. What's the point? We will never change the lion.
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