When a 70-year-old granny bought 40 kg of meat from her regular butcher every day, the butcher decided to follow her one day and called the police to find out where all that meat was going 
The elderly woman, little and bent, came to the same butcher shop every day. She dragged a squeaky-wheeled shopping trolley and wore an outdated coat.
She handed them nicely folded banknotes and remarked, quietly, “As usual, forty kilograms of beef.”
Each time, the young butcher was incredulous. Forty pounds! Nearly half a carcass, that is. At first, he assumed maybe she had a huge family to feed. But it continued week after week.
The woman simply picked up her luggage and walked away, hardly saying anything and never meeting anyone’s eyes. She smelled strongly of something the butcher couldn’t place, a combination of rotting meat and iron.
In the market, rumors immediately proliferated. The vendors muttered: — They claim she is providing for her son’s family. — Or perhaps her canines. — Or maybe she’s operating a covert eatery.
Though he didn’t trust the rumors, the butcher’s interest increased daily. He made the decision to follow her one evening. He waited until she exited the shop and then walked after her, keeping his distance.
The woman walked slowly but methodically, hauling the large trolley full of meat along the snowy road. She drove past a few deserted garages on the outskirts of town before making her way to an old factory that had stood unused for a decade.
The butcher halted. She took the bags inside and vanished.
After twenty minutes, the elderly woman reappeared, but with nothing. The flesh was nowhere to be seen.
The same event occurred the following day. The butcher was unable to resist on the third day. He waited for her to go in, then discreetly followed her.
Inside, there was a weird fragrance. He heard dull, spooky noises. His heart almost stopped when he peered through a gap in the wall there were…
Four huge lions sat behind big cages. In the faint light of a hanging bulb, their eyes shone brightly. Fresh bits of steak and bones were on the floor.
And the same elderly woman was seated in an ancient armchair in the corner, muttering softly: “Easy, my darlings.” soon you’ll have your fight… People are going to come watch you.
As the butcher took a step back in horror, one of the lions let out a roar that reverberated throughout the deserted hall. The woman turned her head and spotted him.
She snarled, “What are you doing here?”
The man contacted the cops right away after running outside.
The officers were shocked to learn that the elderly woman had once worked as a biologist. After the local zoo had closed, she had grabbed many animals “to save them,” but quickly learned she could make money off them.
In the back of the factory, the cops found an arena and claw marks on the walls. The lady had been planning illicit lion fights that were surreptitiously attended by affluent spectators.
