: "Boda of Doom: Cheetahs, Chaos, and the Last Drop"

 Chapter 3: "The Interrogation"

The dusty patrol truck rumbled into the game reserve base station. Marvin and Julius, slumped in the back seat like two guys who had just fought a wild animal with bad decisions, exchanged side glances.

"You think they'll go easy on us?" Julius asked.

Marvin scoffed. "Bro, we just trespassed through a cheetah corridor on a boda with no fuel. We're not getting tea and biscuits."

The truck stopped. A tall ranger stepped forward—sunglasses, khaki uniform, arms folded like a disappointed father.

"You two the cheetah sprinters?"

They nodded silently.

“Inside. Now.”

---

Inside the Ranger Base Office...

The room smelled like sweat, maps, and bush coffee. On the wall, a poster read: "Don't Run in the Wild—It Only Encourages Them."

They sat across a desk from Officer Mawejje, whose mustache looked like it could file paperwork by itself.

"So," he began slowly, tapping a pen, "who in the history of East Africa thought it was a smart idea to ride a boda through a wildlife corridor?"

Silence.

“Fuel?” he asked.

"Forgot to check," Marvin muttered.

“Backup plan?”

“We ran,” Julius added.

Mawejje sighed deeply. "Let me get this straight... You entered a known cheetah habitat, on a shortcut, with no map, no fuel, no permission... and no clue?"

Julius nodded. "Well, we had some clue. Just... not the useful kind."

The officer stared at them. "You know what cheetahs are?"

"Spotted death on legs," Marvin offered.

Mawejje pulled out a photo—blurry, zoomed-in CCTV footage. "We caught this on one of our cameras. Is this you waving a stick at a cheetah?"

Marvin leaned forward. "That was a tactical distraction."

Julius added, "And he missed."

Mawejje pinched the bridge of his nose. "We should fine you both for trespassing, endangering wildlife, and making us laugh at the security footage for twenty minutes."

"Wait, laugh?" Julius perkedw

The officer showed a clip—Marvin screaming mid-air as he vaulted the termite mound, Julius cartwheeling into the thorn bush. Another ranger off-camera was cackling.

"You two are lucky. That trench move saved you."

Marvin nodded solemnly. "That trench and Jesus."

Mawejje finally cracked a smile. "Here's the deal. We give you a warning. You give us your boda keys. We tow it out. And next time—"

"No shortcuts," they said in unison.

As they walked out, Julius whispered, "You think the boda's okay?"

Marvin shrugged. "I'm more worried the cheetahs marked it as their new jungle gym."

They burst out laughing, limping towards the ranger canteen, where a plate of allowance and beans had never looked more heroic.

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