She looked around indecisively, as if searching for a bench to sit on. From the looks of it, the small ones had recovered first from the effects of the drug – or whatever it was that was going to work on us. “Oh, God, you’re awake!” the woman next to me said angrily. It was barely a little light, but I could see the pool of water on which she had slept quite clearly. What if they know nothing about sexual dimorphism? It seemed that all the animals, without exception, had woken up. I told Laura about my hypothesis, and I saw that she was stumped. “Have you had time to look around more closely?” I asked her concerned. Before opening my eyes wide, I wondered how drunk I could have been last night to climb into bed with such a woman. If the lion had kept himself in regal expectation, the Siberian tiger seemed to kill only for his own pleasure.
