Let's get out of this sun," he said. "This is a little too real. But I don't see anything wrong with it."
"Hello, Mom. Hello, Dad." The Hadleys turned. Wendy and Peter were coming in the front door, cheeks like peppermint candy, eyes like bright blue agate marbles, a smell of ozone on their jumpers from their trip in the helicopter."You're just in time for supper," said both parents.
There was a green lovely forest, a lovely river, a purple mountain, high voices singing, and Rima, lovely and mysterious, lurking in the trees with colorful flights of butterflies, like animated bouquets, lingering in her hair. The African Veldtland was gone.
In the middle of the night he was still awake and he knew his wife was awake. "Do you think Wendy changed it?" she said at last, in the dark room."Of course.""Made it from a veldt into a forest and put Rima there instead of lions?""Yes.""Why?""I don't know. But it's staying locked until I find out." "How did your wallet get there?'"I don't know anything," he said, "except that I'm beginning to be sorry we bought that room for the children. If the children are neurotic at all, a room like that -""We've given the children everything they ever wanted. Is this our reward - secrecy, disobedience?""I have a feeling it will be Africa again before then."A moment later they heard the screams. Two screams. Two people screaming from downstairs. And the roar of lions. so they rushed to the nursery immdediatly