He squinted at the lions with his hand to to his eyes.
Now the lions were done feeding. They moved to the water hole to drink.
A shadow flickered over Mr. McClean's hot face. Many shadows flickered. The vultures were dropping down the blazing sky.
"A cup of tea?" asked Wendy in the silence.
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[06 oct 2007—proofed to proper HTML by ECS (Escaped Chicken Spirits)]