Update Season VIII - "Lions and Tigers and Bears, Oh My!"

[Snowstalker Mk. II]

Walter, the CAD dream is still alive and well!  However, I'm about to settle on a goal date on moving here.  I'm thinking Autumn 2017 or so.  Even if the orphanage is not ready, I will move into an Apartment in either Kisumu or Nairobi.  I want to work with CAD for at least two years first while taking one more trip here.  I do want to intern for a summer first in 2015 or 2016.  So, I am keeping alive both dreams - Ft Worth and Kenya.

You can't hold a job for longer than 6 months. You can't keep a dog for a week without forgetting to let it inside in the Oklahoma summer sun. You spend your parents' money on pornography and fast food. Why are you planning for things in 2017? You should be focused on finding a stable job and getting in better shape.

[Snowstalker Mk. II]

As his plane landed in Nairobi, a small tear trickled down Bushie's eye. Finally he could live his dream, to take care of his new children. God had rewarded him for his faith with a change in Kenyan policy regarding adoption; a single man could live with them, under the condition that he live with them in the bush for one year.

Taking a Jeep, he drove away from the capital for several hours until he reached the central village of the Baraka tribe. As his engine revved in the center of the village, several members of the tribe, including his two new children, came out to greet them.

"Would you like to buy some insurance?", Bushie asked.

The tribe stared at him puzzlingly. Suddenly, Bushie heard the beating of drums. From his rudimentary knowledge of the Baraka tribe, it meant that it was time for the hunt. Bushie took an extra spear and followed the men of the tribe onto the path through the grasses. While the strong, experienced hunters quickly noticed signs of a herd of antelope up ahead, Bushie lagged behind, huffing and puffing after the first two minutes of walking. But from somewhere in the bushes to his left, he heard what sounded like the squeals of a small animal. Bushie, despite his exhaustion, walked off the path to see what it was. Brushing away the leaves with his spear, he came across the animal; a single lion cub. It appeared to be distressed.

"There, there", cooed Bushie, picking up and stroking the cub. "Calm down, there's no need to be scared." But the lion cub only became more frightened, and its calls loudened. Bushie continued petting the cub, hoping it would calm down. Suddenly, the cub turned its head and jumped out of Bushie's arms. Bushie looked over his shoulder, and in a flash, he was bowled over by a lioness. Despite his struggles, the mother easily pinned him down, and clamped her jaws down on his throat. But this first bite only stabbed into some neck fat. The second bite directly severed the windpipe, and the lioness held until Bushie's struggles ended. She roared, signaling to the rest of her pride that prey had been killed.

The pride would eat well tonight.

(Note: I had to. I pre-emptively apologize and encourage you all to obtain a copy of the story before the mods take it down)