(“Get us out of here!” I yell. “Here he come again! Where’s the third one?”)
“I don’t see it!” Miles yells as he hits the gas, lunging forward in a frantic attempt to turn around and escape. The lioness slides off the hood as the Rover spins to the left. Her front claws dig deep into the hood as she strains to hold on. She falls off to the right and is consumed by the shadows. We continue our sliding 180 toward the entrance.
“There’s the 3rd one!” Benjamin yells. The missing lioness is crouching in the open barn door, as if ready to attack.
“Don’t stop or slow down Miles, she’ll move. Get us out of here. One lucky jump through that broken window and she’ll be in our backseat!” I shout, pointing to the window by Benjamin.