Short Story

Wendy and Peter are wild, unruly children, and the African Veldt and its lions are mirroring the wildness of the children within the wildness of the Veldt

The lions scrutinize their prey through the tall, dead grass ready to attack. They slowly creep towards their prey; eyes gleaming with hunger. The lion streak towards their victim, leaping to rip the creature apart. In the story, “The Veldt”, by Ray Bradbury, a nursery created a fake African veldt to keep the kids entertained. The kids are then addicted to the “game” and complain when their parents want to shut it off. The kids lock their mom and dad in the nursery with the African creatures. Africa is the most frightening part of “The Veldt” for many reasons including: how the veldt changes the children, the way Africa is interacting with the humans, and how much violence the creatures show.

Slava was scared that the group may come across another lion while they continued throughout lion country, his uncle comforted him by saying “... I have a gun. I will shoot any lion that comes near”(41) which calmed Salva a little

Liono left and was happy as a lion could be. Liono couldn’t sleep because he was thinking about what Lionet would say. Liono was counting the minutes as they flew by and he said finally its 6 am I 'll go and see what she has to say. As Liono neared the copilots ' pride she said over here over here. Lionet looked at him and said with in a happy voice yes. When liono heard those words come forth from her mouth he leaped in joy. Liono said we can go far away from this place away from the

At night, the wild boars prowled the streets. The chain secured to their collars jolted at their every movement. Their bristled necks fight their restraints, trying to escape their captivity. Muzzles covered most of their face, placing fear into the society in which they lurked. Their masters walked bristly beside them, dragged along by these bad-tempered and aggressive predators. These enraged animals displaying their primitive nature, alert to any perceived invasion of their territory.

Out of nowhere, a lion from the forest entered the scene and jumped on the militants. The animal seized one of the attackers by the neck. Two other lions leapt at other militants who tried to attack the first lion, and the incident caused the assailants to flee.

Indi decided he and his streak would try one of these new prised animals. He doubted that anything bad would happen, but if something did happen he assumed that they would get out of trouble. Indi and his streak decided to go for the puffer fish first but by the time they had gotten to the puffer fish’s lake a pride of male lions had already eaten them. Indi decided to turn back and find something else to eat. What he did not know was after they left the male lions perfect, soft fur blew up on their heads, like a puffer fish would, and that is why male lions have the mane on their heads

Swooping down, eager to catch their dinner were white and grey seagulls. Mocking us humans in their flight, they circled around the wooden benches, patiently waiting for their unsuspecting prey. They stared at the ground in deep concentration. The second something hit the

It was a cold winter’s night, with mighty winds blowing hard against Jimbo’s glistening pectorals. Jimbo bounded over a small, thorny brush in pursuit of his next victim. His prey was fast, remarkably so, but neither Man nor Nature could stand between Jimbo and his next meal. The prey’s foot got caught on a small twig, completely halting their breakneck speed. Jimbo pounced on the prey’s struggling body, and without hesitation, sunk his teeth deep into the victim’s abdomen. Jimbo let out an audible moan of pleasure, as there was nothing Jimbo loved more than the taste of fresh gazelle. Jimbo felt his rush of adrenaline slowly dwindle. He toyed with the flaccid limbs of the gazelle, not knowing what to do next. He had been exclusively a lion

The wind moved the long grass and was usually quiet this time of night, but there was a disturbing feeling for Eloy as he returned to the feast. The people continued throughout the night with High Chief Haugen joining as Princess Bayleigh lead the group of warriors patrolling outside tall walls of the wolf clan camp. Without warning a small pack of wild beasts appeared amongst the people and High Chief Haugen. “Guards!!!” High Chief Haugen shouted over the fearful screams of the people and deep bellowing roars coming from the wild beasts as they lunged and sunk their claws and long sharp fangs into the people trying to escape. Princess Bayleigh and her warriors began to through spears and use sharp blades to protect their high chief and

The four warriors push the boy behind them and Argus quickly scoops him up, scaling one of the trees on the right side of the clearing, near the river. The sound of the river does little to cover the sound of the terrible roars of the approaching beast. Titos and the others on the ground are tense, not even daring to blink as the danger grows closer. The air seems to stay still for a moment before the Nemean Lion comes into view taking the large shrubs and a young tree right out of the ground. The Nemean lion, although a monstrosity, has a sunken in stomach and white milky eyes that seem to be set towards the direction of the tree that Argus and Ryn are perched in. The boy frowns at the lion’s state, hugging the dead rabbit to his chest tighter.

The lions represent the old man’s strength, his youth and his pride. Lions are strong and powerful creatures. They are predators, just like the old man who hunts for fish. When Santiago dreams about the lions, it seems to bring him comfort.

Wendy and I sat quiet anticipation in the family helicopter as we rode back home from the plastic carnival, occasionally speaking lowly about the nursery. Not too long ago Father had tried to lock us out of the nursery for no good reason, but was thankfully was stopped by Wendy and I; the nursery was thankfully unlocked once again. Father is a terrible man and Mother is no better. Truth be told they are more of a nuisance. With the Happylife home there was truly no use for them. In fact to me there really isn’t a use for anyone with the Happylife home aside from perhaps my sister; however, even she is not truly needed. Humans were terrible and I would much rather associate with the lions of the Savannah. I feel as if I understand them better: their animalistic instincts and pack mentality more appealing to me than the evils of humanity. Oh yes, the lions and I are one and the same.

Lions are facing trouble in the wild. In the text it says, "Some end up in zoos and circuses; others are sent to Asia, where their bones are used in folk medicine. Many are sold to lion breeders, where they are used to produce more cubs. The rest end up as trophies in what is known as 'canned hunts,' in which lions are placed in fenced-in areas and sometimes sedated to make them easier targets. Up to 1,000 lions are killed in these types of hunts every year." That is a big problem. Lions face extinction in the wild. The lions that are raised in captivity. The lions that are big and strong get killed. Some have to go to lion breeders or circuses. That means that the Lions are being abused by the humans that own them.

I looked around making sure I didn't step into a trap. No one seemed to be in this one, my muscles untensed. Giggles prevaded throughout the area and my muscles quickly went back into the same position. I searched for a sign of movement, but saw nothing. Bushes rustled from the corner of my eye, making my leap back in surprise. The giggles returned. The bushes started to rustle again, out of them emerged the lionesses, all four of them.