The man's sons were banished to live three kilometers away, in a cowshed.

I was trying to trick the lions into thinking that I was standing near the cowshed.

So one night, I was walking around the cowshed with a torch, and that day, the lions didn't come.

But I came to realize that that didn't really help, because it was even helping the lions to see through the cowshed.

The lights flash and trick the lions into thinking I was walking around the cowshed, but I was sleeping in my bed.

This is so even and perhaps especially when, metaphorically speaking, it happens that only a poor man apos s cowshed has caught fire for after all, that was enough to burn down all of Chicago.