And that they – but I don’t know who they are – are going to fix that. “Now say it!” I urged. “Help! “Have you had time to look around more closely?” I asked her concerned. I rushed back, hoping that I was not too late to find the lion crouched over it. It staggered up and tried to rush towards me, but tripped over one of the slats Laura had stretched out for a bed and fell heavily over the edge of the pool. Otherwise, we don’t stand much of a chance against lions… It grabbed him by a front paw and tried to drag him into the lake. My hand was resting on the lion’s mane, that was the coarse hair I felt, and – over all the absurdity of the situation – I breathed a sigh of relief: no matter how drunk I am, I’m not going to get into bed with a woman with such wiry hair!
