A quiet afternoon at the zoo should be harmless, even dull. Families drift from cage to cage, children press their faces to the rails, and the animals endure the heat and the noise. But one man moves through the crowd with purpose, listening more than he speaks, measuring people the way a hunter sizes up terrain. He knows exactly what time it is, and exactly what is coming.
As the hour approaches, small acts of cruelty and casual laughter pile up around him. He watches how people taunt animals, how they provoke reactions, how easily they forget there are teeth behind the bars. The closer the moment gets, the clearer it becomes that this is not curiosity at work, but judgment. Whatever he intends to do, it will not be undone once it begins.
The Man Who Liked Lions is an unsettling science fiction story that builds its pressure quietly, then releases it all at once. It asks the listener to confront what happens when power meets contempt, and when an observer decides that watching is no longer enough.
John Bernard Daley left behind a remarkably small footprint in science fiction. Only three short stories are documented under his name: “The Gun” (1955), “The Man Who Liked Lions” (1956), and “Wings of the Phoenix” (1958).
He appears to be one of those writers who surfaced briefly, published a handful of striking pieces, and then vanished from the field. That brevity gives his work a particular edge. There is no long arc of development, no sprawling bibliography — just three stories, each standing on its own.
