soon all the animals will be awake.”
I took a few steps away from the animals on the beach. “Oh, God, you’re awake!” the woman next to me said angrily. With her hands she tried without much success to cover either her sex or her overly large breasts. Pretty, a little sassy, the sort I would no doubt have chosen to color an ordinary evening – but by no means a partner worthy of facing lions. I held out my hand to the woman:
“Now we can finally meet. Or crocodiles,” I added when I saw the eye of the reptile in the lake staring at me from a distance, with a fixity I didn’t like at all, straight ahead. This is a work of fiction. A well-built woman, as out of the commercials that beckon you to the South Seas, naked-glutted, was insistently nudging me with her foot somewhere between the second and third rib. There was a dry thud, and when we rushed over to see what was going on, he only flailed his legs a few more times, then stiffly remained between the gutters. A well-built woman,
