They walked down the hall of their soundproofed Happy life home, this house which clothed and fed, and rocked them to sleep and played and sang and was good to them. Their approach sensitized a switch somewhere and the nursery light flicked on when they came ten feet of the nursery.
"George, I wish you'd look at the nursery." "I don't know."
"What's wrong with it?" "Well, then."
Here are the lions now, fifteen feet away, so feverishly and startlingly real the you could feel the prickling fur on your hand, and your mouth was stuffed with the dusty upholstery smell of their heated pelts, and the yellow of them was in your eyes like the yellow of an exquisite French tapestry.
"Wait a moment, you"ll see."
"Let's get out of this sun." "This is a little to real. But I don't see anything wrong."
Lydia bolted and ran. Instinctively, George sprang after her. Outside, in the hall, with the door slammed he was laughing, she was crying, and the both stood appalled at the other's reaction.
"Lydia! Oh, my dear poor sweet Lydia!" "Walls, Lydia, remember; crystal walls, that's all they are."
"George!" "They almost got us!"
Wendy and peter were coming through the front door, their father started to ask about the nursery. He wanted to know what was wrong with it.
"Nursery?" "I don't understand."
"Come tells us about the nursery" "All about Africa and everything"
In the middle of the night George was still awake and he knew his wife was awake. The parents are regretting buying the room for the kids because the room is getting very suspicious. They decide to call in a psychologist to take a look at the room
"Of course." "Yes." "I don't know. But it's staying locked until I find out."
"Do you think Wendy changed it?" "Made it from a veldt into a forest and put Rima there instead of lions?" "Why?"
When the psychologist left the children called their parents downstairs. George and Lydia both ran downstairs to see what was going on, but once they got into the nursery the door slammed behind them. The lions where ready to feast.