The tiger, always hungry, always in search of food, after trying in vain to gorge itself on the half-decomposed corpse of a coyote, passed somewhat closer than usual to the crocodile’s territory. “Tonight I’ll sleep here so I’ll be safer,” she also decreed, and began to break branches from the tree that stretched its leaves up to above the pools, trying to make a bed. “You should’ve asked him to be civil, too…”
Although the monkey was the first casualty in this strange war, it also seemed to be a kind of signal to start the slaughter. Or until they got hungry. Help me, damn it, get this horrible thing off me!” screamed Laura desperately, and she punched the monkey thirstily. You should have woken up too, to hear…”
“Hear what?” I asked, puzzled.
