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“Is it a mongoose?” Molly squinted.
“Kind of cat.” Alfred raised his camera.
“No cat nor mongoose. It’s a Fossa. Belongs to the Viverrids.” Know-it-All Natalie noted, head-to-toe in expensive expedition gear.
“Vye-ve-whats?” Molly blurted.
Alfred shot Molly a warning glance, but it was too late.
“Viverrids. Civets. Genets. Or, if you need the very basics: Mammals. Endemic to Madagascar. Carnivorous. Eat lemurs, mostly, though they won’t turn their nose at lizards or birds or tenrecs.”
Alfred sighed. There’d be no stopping the Nataliepedia now. The woman was the bane of their group. He eyed the animal. Vye-ve whatever. Looked like dorky cougar to him.
“Nice fur,” he tried.
“You better not even think of it,” Natalie admonished, delighted. “They’re protected by fady. That’s local for taboo, in case you didn’t know that, either.”
Bet you aren’t, Alfred grumbled internally. Are fossa too fussy to have YOU for lunch?
For What Pegman Saw: Madagascar
Na'ama Yehuda 
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