She stalks through the thick underbrush of the fiery
jungle heat, body poised, nearly touching the mossy earth with her underbelly,
her eyes narrowed beads of determined light. No muscles twitch, so intense is her concentration, and then, ever so slightly, her rear wiggles backwards, just a bit.
BEWARE!, oh unsuspecting quarry, for this is the only sign that she is about to pounce.
And POUNCE she did, sending that vicious
ping pong ball flying across the room so she can play
GREAT WHITE HUNTRESS and stalk it again.