As I turn toward the cage, the one-eyed lioness lets out its best death roar and lunges at us, slamming against the bars and tumbles backward. One of the female journalist screams and trips as she jumps away in reaction. Finding some humor at the sight, I see Noah give a little smile at Jacob. Noah turns his smile toward me,
“Charles, I know Benjamin gave you some of my hopes and plans for this trip. Can you and I have a quick chat so I can discuss some details and you can tell me what your action plan might be?”
“Yes good idea. I’ll let the boys take over the press conference. If it’s ok with you, I’d like Benjamin to be part of our pow-wow. Why don’t we step into my ‘office’?” motioning to the damaged camper.
I tell Myles and Jacob to continue with the war stories and that Noah and I will be in the camper. I ask Benjamin to go grab his map and to join us.
As we turn and start toward the motor home, Noah stops and stares in awe at the severe damage. Standing outside the camper, it takes me about 45 seconds to give him the down and dirty details beginning with the lightening storm and ending with the lions attack. He is mesmerized at the sight of the charred acacia tree that is laying atop the crushed roof, but totally speechless while viewing the crushed side where the big male repeatedly slammed himself trying to get to us. I tell him that he hasn’t seen anything yet, as we step inside.