De Felix
African Tails
eBook
( Oct. 3, 2019)
The free-flowing watering hole at the edge of the Subongo jungle was like any other gathering station scattered at random throughout the lush green vastness of the African bush.
There was always the assorted collection of misfits and outcasts, the loners, the do-gooders, the busybodies, the Joneses, the brats, the wannabe-models, and the everyday folk—the backbone of society—who rarely made ripples, but whose steady influence filtered through the very fibres of the Subongo world, and helped things roll along at a steady pace. There were the large families with their brood of unruly offspring, the single parent families who foraged quietly for their daily needs, the teenagers, the babies, and of course the grandparents.
All in all, the neighbourhood of the balmy tropical waterhole at Subongo was a lot like ours, apart from one major difference.
Everyone living there had either claws, tusks, or fur.
There was always the assorted collection of misfits and outcasts, the loners, the do-gooders, the busybodies, the Joneses, the brats, the wannabe-models, and the everyday folk—the backbone of society—who rarely made ripples, but whose steady influence filtered through the very fibres of the Subongo world, and helped things roll along at a steady pace. There were the large families with their brood of unruly offspring, the single parent families who foraged quietly for their daily needs, the teenagers, the babies, and of course the grandparents.
All in all, the neighbourhood of the balmy tropical waterhole at Subongo was a lot like ours, apart from one major difference.
Everyone living there had either claws, tusks, or fur.
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