Impassable but the fabric of space is worth a narrow clearing stretched toward me, winding lanes. The tiger that I expected.
Then I looked in my eyes, Cordia, my gun ready to shoot thought, I watched where to catch sight of him in the long-awaited, sometimes flashes a yellow body scrub between where I see the high weeds ringását what the crawling tiger elongated body of the furakodása cause.
The “mahout” in front of me started the elephant’s neck and pointed forward.
As if the earth had grown up, he stood only ten-lépésyire, elfánt-in in front of a large tiger’s mouth and put a little tiger cub. That he could get there without the slightest sign that would be noticed, that I still do not understand.
Muhammad saw and did not budge. When picked up my gun, the mahout shouted ijedtségében confused: sir, shoot, shoot!
The Tigers put this kid in front of him and screamed terribly, in the eyes of lightning Lovele; gaping