They haunt me still, the scenes of panicked chase. Chase, fall, kill. A suede neck gone limp. Wide staring eyes unseeing, nose twitching, the relaxed pause of a killer catching his breath, licking his lips.
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The price for watching The Wonderful World of Disney-an hour of educational television beforehand- made it hard to sleep. No amount of Herbie the Love Bug could stamp out the voice of Marlin Perkins, the heart-pounding chase and the inevitable blood-streaked grasses.
I watched Tinkerbell wave her wand around the opening credits and felt my neck. There were ropy things in there. The same ropy things that held the gazelle's head to her body? Pictures of bloody neck ropes and those big scared eyes and the frantic running filled my head for days afterward.
It was the only time we got to eat in front of the TV. We ate popcorn and apples and watched with rapt attention as terror unfolded, knees buckled, flesh tore. (less)
