The lion rushes towards me.
“Hey, Leo,” I say.
“Please, not the Rhino Neal joke again, or I’ll make jokes about zodiac signs.”
Savanna banter, eh?
The excruciating pain rips through me just before I hear the crack of the rifle. I crash to the ground, blood spurting from my shattered shoulder.
The poachers swarm round me, sawing at my horns. Another bullet would be merciful but I guess they’re scared of alerting the park rangers. As they disappear back into the bush, large birds circle above me. Please let me die before they peck out my eyeballs.
Jamie Clapperton about 3 years ago
Starting it like a joke got it past my defences. Horrific , but of course it should be. Very good one sir .