The Quest for Lions: A Safari Adventure

At first, we were excited about finding lions. The next three hours, we saw no animals at all. We roamed through the bush, dodging thorns, trying not to swallow huge beetles flying our way. "Look, there were antelopes!" we hinted. "And rhinos. And some birds." "Birds, birds," Kevin muttered, squinting into the bushes. "We'd love to find antelopes! Maybe a giraffe?" The jeep abruptly stopped. "Giraffe? Look, there's a giraffe, and there are two more over there. See?" "We sort of see," we replied. "It's just hard to see because it's getting dark." "Alright, let's head back. Tomorrow, we'll wake up at 5 am and search for lions." The only right way to behave in distant lands is to assume that the locals know best. A lion is a lion, and 5 am is 5 am. In the morning, we found a lion. Not right away. It was sleeping in the shade by the road. We got close. Someone sneezed loudly. The beast woke up, yellow eyes gleaming, and roared. We got scared. The lion leaped from the car in one bound; we had no guns. The difference between a safari and a zoo became glaringly evident. Meanwhile, the lion flipped onto its back, tucked its paws like a kitten, and closed its eyes. Closing the gestalt, we returned to our camp. In the morning, our @finchhattons cottage was surrounded by antelopes. They grazed on the lawns, peered into windows, sniffed camera lenses. There were so many antelopes for so long that we got tired of photographing them. After all, there are 40,000 antelopes here. Would you dare go on such a safari? Do you think we eventually found lions?