Writing practice- A Safari Nightmare The man walked through the high grass as he watched the lion creep up to the oblivious zebra. The tour guide had sweat on his forehead, but said not a word for if he did it would only seal the foolish tourist's fate. The man lifted his camera, slow as molasses. Aiming at the lion, his finger lifted to press the black shiny button that would be his downfall.Writing practice- A Safari Nightmare by Iluvtfpratchet
I had two choices, watch a man be mauled and killed by such a creature, as if he was nothing but a rag doll. Or I could risk my life to walk up to the man and bring him back to safety. I looked into my daughter's eyes. They were trembling, I couldn't let her experience such a nightmare. Nor could I let her experience it happening to me. I took a long breath in, and ran to the man's side.
The tour guide placed his hands on his sunburnt face in worry. But I doubt it was for me or the man, most likely his job. I had no time to think, only to act. I grabbed the man's shoulder
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