“It’s almost over, Missy. By the way, your boyfriend didn’t make it!”
Turning to walk back to the camper, I become aware of our now visible surroundings. In the welcomed brightness, I 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. I turn and look back at Benjamin.
“Oh man! Benjamin, have you ever seen anything like that?”
“No, Charles. In the daylight I’ll take some photos. No one will ever believe this.” (lioness roar)
Before returning to the camper, I walk over to quickly check on our caged captive. As I approach, the rain-soaked lioness crouches and leaps at me but slams into the side of the cage. She rebounds off the cage and splashes muddy water toward me as she falls backwards. I step back. The lioness stands and doesn’t retreat. I take a step closer, “It’s almost over, Missy. By the way, your boyfriend didn’t make it!” I turn and walk back toward the camper.