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Braima Moiwai, The Lion Story, page 11 <br /> "And," she continued, "you could just wake up and there your <br /> breakfast would be. Cassava and fufu. Plantains and potatoes. Honeyed <br /> gawui..." <br /> "Hmmmm," Old Lion said, "I do love the smell of the bush yams <br /> you're always cooking." He brought his face down so close to hers she <br /> could smell his bloody breath. 'Would my breakfast be on time every <br /> morning?" he said, making it sound more like a threat than a question." <br /> "Oh yes," she squeaked out. "I promise." <br /> "Okay," he said." <br /> Her legs felt weak with relief, but she smiled all the way back to the <br /> other animals. <br />