73Afu and Afa flinched at each indistinguishable noise as they walked toward the park’s interior.
“The animals are locked up,” Swan said.
Osman bounced the litter trying to hinder their progress. His whining had become gurgling.
“There it is!” Swan indicated the direction of the lions. She hurried to the front of the group, her pace accelerating them.
Odors around them grew more intense, foul and persistent.
“I feel sorry for whoever has to scrub this place,” Afu said.
“There!” Swan pointed.
They approached a hip high cast iron fence on which numerous signs cautioned against leaning over or throwing food. The earth had been excavated to create a precipitous drop into a pit surrounded by a concrete moat that fell off again to catch any adventurous animals. The concrete boundary encir
