There were lions fifteen feet away. They felt that the prickling fur on your hand and your mouth was stuffed with their dusty smell, and the yellows of lions and summer grass, and the sound of the lions lungs breathing out on the silent day, and the smell of meat from the painting, dripping mouths.
So real so real that you could feel the prickling
The lions came running at them. Lydia ran. Without thinking, George after her. Outside, in the hall with the door slammed he was laughing and she was crying, and they both stood surprised at the other's reaction.
I am afraid
They almost got us! Walls, Lydia, remember crystal wall, that's all they are. Oh, they look real, i must admit Africa in your bedroom but it's all technology,color film behind glass screens. it's not real, Lydia. Here's my handkerchief.