Two warthogs, fighting by the side of a road.
Recent parental corroboration tells me that a) it was real, b) I was in a buggy, and c) it was quite a fearsome battle.
Later that day, my granny stood in the doorframe of the caravan we were staying in and… said something?
Who knows – all I know is that she was stood there, lit from behind like some doddery alien with grey curls emerging from its spacecraft.
I was about 18 months old, in the Kruger Park in South Africa.
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