I’ll have what they’re having

After rain, hail, and dinner we walked up over the ridge to catch sight of the setting sun lighting up the distant peaks. Back at the hut a lively group of Germans stood outside raptly looking at something on the slope. They shushed me when I asked what they were seeing and then whispered "eight animals, maybe lions." When I said I couldn't see them, one man grabbed my arm, downed his schnapps, held the shot glass to my eye, and said, "Here, use my glasses."