The Lion Who Stole My Arm (2013) - Plot & Excerpts
It wasn’t even fully dark when the two lions skirted the edge of the marsh — probably getting a drink on the way — and almost bounded into the waterberry grove, eager for a meal. Even in the gray darkness, Pedru could see how thin they were. They looked almost as if one skinny human arm was all they’d had to eat between them since the rains began. They were young and inexperienced, and so hungry that they were not at all wary. Pedru remembered how carefully Puna had crept down the hillside, alert to the slightest sound. Her sons were so different. Samir, the larger of the two, went straight for the goat, reaching up and batting at it with his paws. Pedru knew that neither John nor Issa would risk a shot at him yet, in case it startled their more important target. But Anjani was still enough of a cub to be curious about anything new. The sound of the bush pig fascinated him. He searched at the foot of John’s tree, scrambling in the dead leaves and bark to find the source of the noise, completely absorbed in what he was doing and completely unaware of any danger.
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