I liked the story of some drinkers in an Irish pub.
One looks out the window, 'hey, fellas come and look at this!'
Twelve faces with their noses pressed against the glass and they are shocked, the most sober man shouts out, 'Quick, lock the door, call the police'
'Hello, Police? There is a giant lion on the loose, send the police, send the army, we need helicopters, fast as you can, children are going to be torn limb from limb in seconds, send help, we are in the Union Bar on the High Street and we ain't moving, it is six feet tall, massive teeth and has a roar like, well, a lion, huge thing.
They rushed back to the windows to give good directions to the Police as soon as they arrive, 'Tommy, keep an eye on Leo, those wild animals can be unpredictable'.
One policeman arrived and found this beast.
Mrs O'Leary's Newfoundland dog Mouse had just been to the poodle parlour.