The light brown landscape dotted with clumps of green stretched under us flowing across the protruding chest and rounded belly of a laughing Buddha boulder. The soft yellow brown rocks lay scattered like drunk gods had played jenga and forgotten to clean up. To the right lay a large rock shaped like the leaping hind legs of a dark grey frog, it’s head and body covered with heads of dark broccoli. On a rock closer by ambled a mother sloth bear and her cub, sniffing into rock crevices for the mouthwatering banana honey mix the Department occasionally left for them. A small river, a tiny insignificant body reflecting the dull blue of a tired sky sat still on the left, awaiting the excitement of a leopard strolling by for an evening sip. In the distance a peacock miaowed - the clarion call reverberating across the shimmering river waters and ringing through the dry forest. Red wattled lapwings rose up in sudden confusion from the bank- exclaiming “did you do it” indignantly to their ranks. The jenga rocks rose like silent sentinels in the warm balmy evening breeze as the tourists around us oohed and aahed at the jet black and deceptively cuddly beasts bouncing across their rocky vantage points.
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