My favourite part of Masai Mara National Reserve was the lions. My favourite lion was Lefty—I call him Lefty because of his sore paw. The first time we met up with Lefty he was snacking on a giant hippo. The hippo had been in a fight and died. The rangers knew Lefty was having a hard time getting around, so they put a rope around the hippo and dragged him near Lefty. The Rangers wanted to make sure Lefty didn’t go hungry. The second time we saw Lefty he was out on the grasslands, limping along, looking for water. Our driver made sure he didn’t come too close to Lefty. Lefty had another idea. He lay down by our safari vehicle and started drinking from a puddle. Lefty was so close you could hear his little grunts and the sound of him lapping up water. Before we headed to Nairobi this morning we got a report on Lefty. He is back in his hiding place, enjoying his yummy hippo, and doing well. How close do you think you would want to be to a wild lion? You are Always in my Prayers. Love Mom.
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