Lion

On my eight years old, I listened an enormous amount of stories of lions. This story was the most curious of all the stories I have ever heard. I was wandering about Montepuez the village where I lived and my dad worked when I beheld a score of people near the professional hunter’s home. In the garden the hunter had great skulls of elephants and other odds and ends about hunting. Out of the garden I saw two dead lions upon the earth and plenty of flies on them. I was afraid and didn’t approach the dead animals. It was then I heard this story:

The native with his bicycle rode by night and a thin light he had that was scant for his safety. He heard some noises and didn’t have time to go up the nearest tree. The lion was upon him. He died defenceless and was eaten up. His village called the professional hunter and the lion was killed. Immediately the hunter drew his knife and the belly opened showed the remainders and the proof of the crime: the tires of the bicycle of the poor native!!