He prowls along the sunlight rive, and splashes in the water

He prowls along the sunlit river, and splashes in the water. It glimmers, and he shuts his eyes, and turns away. He roars. The Pride appears. He turns a wind lifts his mane, and the Pride looks toward a herd of Cape Buffalo. Today they would hunt.

 

The lions prowl about, seeming to ignore the herd – they are reviving memories of previous hunts. They remember the water trap and they look at one another. The male leaves the lionesses to it. The lionesses fan out around the herd, licking their faces anticipating the taste of the hunt.

 

Then, one rushes forward, putting the herd into panic – it has worked every time. Now, they chase it to the water, and the herd takes the plunge. The lionesses single out a young buffalo, and nodd toward the closest lioness. She leaps, and takes hold!

 

The other lionesses zero in for the kill, and they quickly drown the buffalo. The hunt is over. Now, the Pride may eat, and enjoy their afternoon. It is over, quick as that.

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