“Did you leave them in the nursery?”
“I wanted to dress too. Oh, that horrid Africa. What can they see in it?”
“Well, in five minutes we’ll be on our way to Iowa. Lord, how did we ever get in this house? What prompted us to buy a nightmare?”
“Pride, money, foolishness.”
“I think we’d better get downstairs before those kids get engrossed with those damned beasts again.”
Just then they heard the children calling, “Daddy, Mommy, come quick — quick!”
They went downstairs in the air flue and ran down the hall. The children were nowhere in sight. “Wendy? Peter!”
They ran into the nursery. The veldtland was empty save for the lions waiting, looking at them. “Peter, Wendy?”
The door slammed.
“Wendy, Peter!”