(Nice shootin’ Tex. Miles, awesome! I’ll help Beng…,” interrupted by a new loud bang. “Charles, look!” pointing up.)
Benjamin screams, “One eyed female!”
The female simba has leaped onto the camper roof and is one foot over our heads. She is reaching through the wide gash in the ceiling, trying to get to us. The rip in the roof is beginning to give way from the lions weight. Rain is gushing in. I reach for my pistol. I haven’t had time to reload. “I’m empty! Oh my God, Miles!” …….