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Near the center of the Serengetti Plains, a plan was born. It began as an adventurer had completed his days trek and was settling down for the evening. As the sun melted in to the distant horizon, the Masaai guards took up their silent sentry duty. The lights blinked once, then the inky blackness overtook the camp. The night was completed by the pierce of an occasional lion roar or the far off cry of a hyena on the hunt.
