In the forest. Curt.
"How rigid man's life could be."
The old man with bounty beard said. He was all smeared and stained. All over him were green and smacks of shrubs. There were few bruises traced by thorns and the tips of branches. He couldn't really explain how he had survived all the odds.
A miracle was getting rid of the two lionesses. And another was jumping on one tree to the other in a bid to keep himself alive. If he hadn't done that, he had no idea who would had done it for him.
He kept walking. He had been resting under the base of a large boabab tree. The sun had been ferocious and the tree hadn't been able to do him good.
Hence he left and was looking for a better place.
If twasnt for the experience he had had in the wild, he would had even lost his life to some pious python.
He had ripped the snake's head off and buried it between two parted twigs.
