It is a moon bright night, the darkness is not complete and the air is warm and sticky.
In the distance we hear the noises of a hundred different beasts which are then stopped dead by the chilling night cry of a pride of lions.
The sudden roar of lions in the distance only adds to the fear in the face of a young black man who is looking nervously around as he guides three white men dressed in full safari attire and carrying very large guns silently toward their prey.
Then sadly the full moon in all its majesty betrays the outline of a family of elephants who are grazing safely in a family herd.
The young black man kneels and points silently at the silhouettes of the elephants.
The three white men come to the fore and in a five minute frenzy of shooting and reloading an entire family of elephants lay dead as the sun rises on the atrocity.
The young black man looks at the sky, he sees the familiar battle as the red clouds push away the darkness as they herald a new dawn.
The hunters are standing around the bodies of the elephants laughing and drinking from hip flasks. But for his part the young black man looks even more frightened as he walks over to the hunters and speaks.
Black man
Saff London Accent
'Bro's we need to get to f**k out of here, the safari park opens in an hour and this place is going be rammed with serious Babylon after this shit"
White Hunter
"Fine, now if you can just lead us back to were we parked!"
Clever stuff Teddy.