As if it wanted to remain the sole master of the planet. They looked like reservoirs or something – but they were the first objects to break the monotony of our landscape. I pushed it with my hand. The lion on which I had rested my head was strolling listlessly under the pools. The lion on which I had rested my head was strolling listlessly under the pools. I got a better look at the woman. I shrugged and began to look at the landscape below me. We reached the wall. With what we had to hand, no hut could be built that could withstand a hungry lion, of that she seemed convinced. “Or maybe we should shout so the referees can hear…”
That night, victorious and holding her in my arms, I remembered how the announcement had sounded, “Till only the deserving species will remain alive.”
What else did our guardians expect from us? They’re going to take one animal of each species and they’re going to put us all in this… Then a voice – or a thought – began to rumble somewhere inside me. Suddenly, from behind the trees, we saw two huge cylindrical shapes emerge.
