At least not until the big carnivores woke up. 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. The latter, with a slow movement, much slowed by long fasting, rushed at the tiger. “Hey, hold on,” I snapped at my gorgeous dream. I tried to dig at its base, but encountered the same hard material everywhere. Nothing more happened till dark, and we went to bed in a rather tense atmosphere, each to his own basin. “Why didn’t you come sooner?” Laura shouted in offense. This is a work of fiction. Sort of a modern day Adam and Eve, assuming we’re allowed to remake the myth… I hurried to taste it: it was sweet, quite pleasant, and next to me a rather large monkey was bending down to taste it, whose curious look did not please me at all. With the slight difference that I was not Noah, the helmsman of the Ark, but
