Strega
was stretched out in the dry grass, watching a rock python struggle
to swallow a gazelle, when she met the lion.
Ambitious
meals like the one the python was attempting were just the sort of
thing to attract her attention. Her spy-eyes wandered the veldt,
among other places, and were programmed to notify her if anything
interesting was happening. A python making a meal of an
nearly-too-large gazelle was enough for her to make a personal
appearance.
The
lion slunk up behind her, instinct
The woozle, the lion and the man
By: Strega
Favorited: 11 years ago
