Thirty-five yards into the grass the big lion lay flattened out along the ground.

In his place lay the most magnificent African lion she had ever seen.

The lion lay on its side with legs extended.

The sea lions lay on wooden docks that were originally meant for docking boats.

He and the lion together lay down there and took their rest.

His lion lay at his feet, as his custom was.

The lion lay in a little swale to their right.

On his rock, the lion now lay still, watchful, its ears pricking as Sandy plodded by.

The lion hit the ground ten yards away, rolled another five, and lay there with its four legs sprawled.

But the lion did not touch her and lay at her feet.