And all about the hyena being a dirty joke and the bird shooting a clean joke but it’s all a joke to M’Cola.
And then how is this for a veritable Hemingway first line (for a section not a book): “The evening we killed the first lion it was dark when we came in sight of the camp.” Heart-stopping, of course. Breath-catching. And then you go on and read about the lion shoot and how late it is in the day and how sun is too low and if the lion gets to cover and you shoot him “it would be too dark to do anything about it without a mess.”
Suddenly my little pictures of my hyenas and my lioness seem sort of skimpy, I fear!
Bless you Mr. Hemingway for writing so beautifully (and to think we share the same birthday!).