"...I am now sure that Africa is the finest continent for breakfasting.
We washed our dishes and then mopped them dry with the fine and shaggy mane of a passing lion. His long tail flopped languidly from side to side as we dried first our saucers, then our goblets, then our crab forks and so on in the approved fashion. He was very gracious about it, with only a few gentle claw swipes if we reached for the gravy boat before the largest of the frog trongs..."
Anna Roberts
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