Someone – and I’m going to find out who – took advantage of my terrible drunkenness last night, gave me a sleeping pill or a drug, and put me in here among these beasts.” I was just thinking that in no zoo in the world are lions and crocodiles put in the same place, when I got another kick in the ribs:
“Are you ever going to wake up?”
I looked toward the possessor of the voice. I told Laura about my hypothesis, and I saw that she was stumped. “Why didn’t you come sooner?” Laura shouted in offense. A sturdier branch I’d found earlier on the ground under the trees. “Have you had time to look around more closely?” I asked her concerned. “We could try to build a hut and…,” the woman said timidly, then, looking at the lion who had meanwhile risen and was looking around sulkily, she abandoned the idea. I shrugged and began to look at the landscape below me. “What do we do?” the worried woman asked. I signaled to the woman to
