clearing provided none of the protection that the trees in the jungle did. He would get soaking wet if he tried to cross it.
He knew that he had to make a decision: walk through the clearing and get soaking wet or circle it under the protection of the jungle.
He swatted a mosquito that stung his back and scared away a vampire bat that was winging its way towards him.
At the next flash of lightning, he noticed in the distance, half-way across the clearing, three small animals. He knew them to be lion cubs because once one of the warriors had brought one back to the village, dead of course, as a kind of prize for his son.
Oonambe thought: “I’ll bet none of the other boys has ever seen a live lion cub.”
He immediately decided to get a closer look and perhaps carry one, if it were not too large, back to the village with him.
As the lights flashed in the sky, he kept watch that he was moving directly towards the cubs. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck just behind him. What a light that made for his destination!
He felt a branch strike his back and then the tree was next to him almost blocking his path with the rest of the branches.
He turned to see who had cut down the tree. Perhaps he could guide Oonambe home. But there was no one there.
As he approached the cubs, he cold see that there were in fact three cubs. He picked on up and held it all soft and warm in his arms.
He was sure that he wanted to bring this back with him no matter how heavy it got along the way. Just then, the cub bounded out of his arms and ran behind him with his two brothers tagging along.
As Oonambe turned to see where they went, he was face to face with a growling, very angry mother lion. Oonambe froze.
He could see right down into the lion’s throat and he was getting startled. After all, he had never seen a lion this close before and his father had always shaken a stick at pictures of lions that he had drawn in the dirt.
Once again the lion opened her mouth wide in Oonambe’s face. then he realized, she must be very tired! “ I do the same thing when I’m ready to go to sleep.” he thought. So, to show that he understood her, he too yawned. then she yawned again. And he yawned again. Then she yawned and shook her head. Then he yawned and shook his head. Then she yawned, shook her head and stirred up the dirt with her paw. Then he yawned, shook his head and kicked the dirt up with his bare foot and so on for at least five minutes.
Finally, Oonambe was beginning to get really tired, so he just lay down and decided to stop playing this game. The lion continued yawning and shaking her head until the cubs climbed next to Oonambe. The four of them, Oonambe and the tree cubs, fell asleep almost immediately.