Polo poured the magical liquid on his dinner which he then wrapped with aluminum foil and hid it in the pocket of his silk trouser. The meal comprised grilled lamb and boiled rice.
As instructed, a squad of five imperial sentinels conducted Polo to the arena and released the lion. The animal was very nervous, for he was extremely hungry.
Without wasting time, the tall and slim fighter removed the package from his pocket, tore it, and launched its content toward the wildcat.
The latter sprung on the lamb and voraciously devoured it. As soon it was done, it fell unconscious on the ground and deeply snoozed.
Amazed by his intelligence, Polo's comrades who feared for his life, nicknamed him Polo the cunning. And since then, he had been greatly popular among his peers and highly regarded by his superiors.
Uncle Bibi looked at the now mature and accomplished man Polo and advanced to him as the latter stepped on the left side of his desk.
