This story happens in Genesis 6-8, although the personal tale of the lion is my imagination of what could have transpired at the time. This is not a re-interpretation, but merely a short story and hopefully a lesson learned from the lion.

He stands at the edge of the woods, watching the commotion in front of him. A man seems to be trimming the trees from the forest and then cutting them up so that they can be put together.
But together for what? He's never seen anything such as this. It looks a little bit like the wooden structures that some men ride in down on the river.
But this thing is HUGE!
And the noise. Not just from the activity of this person, but from the crowds. They get bigger each day. They shout at the man and make gestures, sometimes laughing so hard that he wished he could understand what was so funny.
But the man goes on. Day after day. From the day he was born nearby, he has listened to the noise and the hustle and bustle. It has become secondary in his life now as he is used to the daily turmoil at the edge of the woods.
Right now he must keep his mind on the task at hand. Three creatures that resembled the gazelle in some ways approached, but the antlers were big on two of them, and the smaller more feminine appearing one had a striking beauty to her. At this point, any of them would taste good right now.
So he continued to crouch in the high underbrush and wait for his opportunity. One of the larger creatures seemed tobe stirring as though he were nervous, but they all grazed on the grasses of the open plain, staying near the tree line.
A movement from the structure caught his eye. A large piece of it started to lower toward the ground.
While the three were distracted by the movement from the behemoth, he decided to make his move. The nervous buck turned to stand his ground so that the other younger deer could make an escape, and he soon proved to be no match for the lion.
As he stood over his kill, his mate approached and they circled the dead buck, preparing for their feast, the first one in quite awhile, and never on this species of animal.
From somewhere behind him a twig snapped and as the lion turned to see what was approaching, he saw a long line of animals approaching where he stood.
"NO! I will not share! You will not take from me what I had to work so hard to get!" the lion shouted at the barrage of animals that were coming his way.
He turned to face them and roared as though to stir them away, but they paid him no attention and continued their course. It was soon evident that his capture was not their destination, it was the large structure in the field.
"Go Forth," a voice called from the heavens.
Startled, he turned toward his mate to see if she had heard anything. Her head was lifted up, searching the skies.
"Go Forth!" the voice called, even louder than before.
He decided that it must be the ever growing noise from the crowd that was surrounding him.
As they lowered their heads toward the meal at hand, the voice boomed again.
"GO FORTH!" The rush of the wind as the words were spoken almost knocked them both to the ground.
Without questioning any further, they both turned and joined in the procession, walking up the ramp and into the belly of this monstrosity.
They sought out a corner where they could curl up together and contemplate what was happening.
As they started to converse, the storms hit and the thunderous noise from the torrential rains as they cascaded onto the boat from the heavens, along with the thunder and lightening from the skies drowned out anything that they could have said to each other.
Most of the animals were contained in some sort of wooden crates or behind bars, keeping animals apart that otherwise might bring harm to each other.
The storm continued for 40 days and nights, until finally the noise ceased and the rain was no more.
He wandered up to the deck of the ship and looked out. Nothing but water. He couldn't find any trees, or even the hills and cliffs he had once stood upon to utter his domination.
Instead, a now bloated dead buck floated by, reminding him of his last foray at obtaining a meal.
Then he recognized the voice again.
"When you thought you knew what you wanted, I knew what you needed. If you had satisfied yourself, you would be dead like him now. Instead I have given you a new life in a new land. When you leave this ship, remember that though you are the mightiest of the jungle, I am still God, mightiest of the mighty. Your protector."
Just as he was about to answer, two sheep walked by, nervously watching for any reaction.
"Don't even think about it," the voice boomed again, though he was sure there was a faint hint of laughter this time. I'll feed you when I'm ready."