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Africa, the awe -inspiring land.

Over the last few years, I've written many a novel about the big game of

Little does one know what I'm really writing about when I describe the

the passion of the animals of Africa.

It's very exciting to me.

Take the cheetah, for example.

How swift she moves.

How sleek and how violently she devours her prey.

Some of the most beautiful animals of the African plains are the exquisite

spring deer.

Their slender, delicate legs, as they seem to prance instead of walk,

brings joy to one's heart.

And as they spy upon what they want, daintily,

very carefully, they advance upon it.

Beautiful, sinewy animals.

Once they've reached their objective, they gracefully proceed to lick

and nibble upon it.

Where did it come from?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I'll make sure to get ready here.

Look at this beautiful star.

Good night.

Good night.

Thank you.

I said you would expect your son if everything you said was what you believe

It was beautiful.

Thank you.

Good job, man.

Mm.

Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm.

Mm.

I don't think you can control it.

Barely.

You like to play with yourself at the same time?

Good food and hope.

Maybe they'll get rid of me now.

I'll always be somewhere.

Do I have a cold?

Not far out.

The

reptiles

of Africa are extremely unique and dangerous.

Like the chameleons.

They seem to blend into their surroundings.

They wait around the streams and watering holes for their prey to come.

Their sharp, flickering tongues sense the creatures around them and guide them

to their prey.

Flithering.

Beautiful.

When they wrap their coils around the victim, literally squeezing it tighter

tighter, until they have exhausted their prey.

Oh, God.

Bye.

Yeah.

Right.

Oh, my God.

Hmm. Hmm.

The real big game of Africa are the lion and lioness.

The male lions are like human males, basically lazy.

They lie around the den, awaiting their lioness to hunt down their food

and provide for them.

The lioness stalk their prey ever so quietly and

carefully as only a female can.

And when she and another female meet, they take their pleasure as they

can.

Uh -huh.

What are you doing?

I'm sorry I called you a dog.

I can't express enough similarities of the fascinating cats of Africa and the

human female.

When they choose their mate, they move ever so swiftly with

silent grace towards their mate.

Letting nothing interfere with their chosen objective, the male of the

has very little choice in the matter.

What's your name?

Nick,

I like this little jungle.

What are you doing?

Nick?

Oh,

God.

I love you.

Oh, my God.

Oof.

Mm -hmm.

Oh, dear.

This is my favorite position here.

You're a kitty cat, aren't you?

You

remind

me of a cat.

Where'd you come from?

I don't see no jungle.

My mind -chamber.