“I’ve got him, Amigo. You sit this one out.” I take two steps up the camper steps and take Benga in my arms. Benjamin helps me carry him to Miles’ Land Cruiser. “Benjamin, let’s put him in the front passenger seat until we make a bed for him in the back seat. It’s going to be a long and uncomfortable ride to town. He needs to lay down.”
Turning to walk back to the camper, we become aware of our now visible surroundings. In the welcomed brightness, we can now see the exploded and charred light pole, the devastation to the camper from the fallen acacia tree, and the damage to the door and side from the maddened male lion.