Rosemary and Butch sat around a crackling campfire, slowly roasting the meat they’d gotten during their hunt that morning. It was twilight, and they could see lightning bugs flickering on and off down in the valley. “I think supper’s ready, Rose,” said Butch, pulling the spit from the flames. “Goody,” said Rosemary, ravenous beyond belief. … Sigue leyendo “Safari” by Bill Tope