The boy said he’d killed a lion once. He was headed to the well to fetch water when his sister was sick with typhoid, and saw a lion drinking at the riverbed. He picked up the biggest rock he could find and threw it at the lion, hitting it squarely on its nose, which paralyzed it. Then he went over and stabbed it with the knife he kept in his belt for separating corded firewood bundles. It took three stabs in the heart. Then he cut off the lion’s tail and kicked the corpse into the river. The boy looked pleased with his story. You are completely full of shit, Webb said to him.
