I had an email from a friend in Zimbabwe yesterday and she sent me this picture and story I thought was delightful.
They had been away at a game park and on the first evening, while sitting in front of the fire in the bar, in walked a fully grown warthog.
He took the pillow in his mouth, dropped it next to the fire and promptly lay down with his head on the pillow and went to sleep where, apparently he spends the cold nights.
In the morning he’s off into the bush again! My friend says that if the barman isn’t there, he’ll just grab a pillow off one of the couches!”
Here he is, in all his glory…