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 Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 12:07 pm
As Beru had suspected, it had been laughter, though it was only Tapa's reaction that had confirmed her suspicion. She didn't feel the least guilty about having the vulture sent off. She couldn't tell that his expression was wounded, and even if she could she would not have believed that it was really indicative of his feelings. She wasn't even sure she believed vultures were capable of emotion on the same level as lions.
"That's fair," Beru said. She knew that her coloration was neither eye-catching nor even particularly distinctive. Any cubs she had probably would blend right in to the masses of other dark-coated cubs in the pride unless she had them with one of the more strikingly colored or patterned lions, and even that was relative with the current batch of males, whose coats were all fairly nondescript.
"I guess yours will be easy to pick out from the shockingly vibrant colors on their pelts and the extra eyes and toes," she teased.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 9:44 pm
"That's right. I'll have nice distinctive cubs with style and new blood. Everyone will be happy. Especially the vulture tagalong when he realizes he gets to babysit them. Tapa had absolutely no qualms about making Ishetenga do some work.
And then the rain started
"Ugh . . . I was afraid that would happen. Lets get some cover - quick!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 6:53 am
Beru didn't bother to hide her shock at the idea of allowing a vulture to look after cubs. There was a whole pride of lionesses who would be more than willing to help out. That was the way things were done, and had always been done. There was absolutely no reason to let a lousy bird have anything to do with cubs.
"He'll probably eat them," she muttered. "Or give them stupid ideas about being able to fly."
Then she thought about it for a moment. Those were possibilities, but not very likely ones. Tapa had only been joking, after all. At least that was what Beru believed. It was more likely, and more pleasant to believe that Tapa's cubs might end up eating the vulture. Perhaps he could be used for hunting practice. That would certainly make him more useful than she was sure he could be at present.
Her thought processes were interrupted by the sudden arrival of rain. Her ears flattened and her eyes narrowed to keep the water out. She nodded her agreement to Tapa's suggestion about finding cover and then she burst into laughter thinking of the vulture getting rained on. She enjoyed that mental image a great deal. It pretty much made her day.
Finished, do you think?
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