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"It's grass! Why would there be grass in the middle of a jungle?"

"In the deepest parts of the Congo there are many such swampy islands of grass. It is a mystery." I said breathing in the smell of her hair not overly concerned with what was about to happen as I was with the feel of her against me.

The sun was down, but the twilight glow in the clearing made everything visible.

"Wait for it." I said into Zora's ear in a thematically tensed tone of voice.

The usual sounds of the jungle were interrupted by the loud stentorian cry of a beast like no other. The cry was echoed by others all along the far edge of the jungle that bordered the clearing. One loud cry echoed out very near to us.

Trees began to crack and strain loudly as they gave way to something that shook the ground beneath our feet. Zora's jaw had long since dropped open in astonishment by the time the great lumbering behemoths pushed clear of the surrounding jungle and out into the swampy marsh.

"That's a……"

"Dinosaur." I said filling in for her.

"Yes!" She exclaimed all eyes on a creature that the world had thought long since dead.

"The word dinosaur is a modern word. In the Bible this beast has a different name. It's name is behemoth."

Distracted sounding Zora asked, "Dinosaurs are talked about in the Bible?"

I quoted directly from the Book of Job to her,

"Look now at the Behemoth, which I made along with you; he eats grass like an ox. See now, his strength is in his hips, and his power is in his stomach muscles. He moves his tail like a cedar; the sinews of his thighs are tightly knit. His bones are like beams of bronze, his ribs like bars of iron. He is the first of the ways of God; only He who made him can bring near His sword. Surely the mountains yield food for him, and all the beasts of the field play there. He lies under the lotus trees, in a covert of reeds and marsh. The lotus trees cover him with their shade; the willows by the brook surround him. Indeed the river may rage, yet he is not disturbed; he is confidant, though the Jordan gushes into his mouth, though he takes it in his eyes, or one pierces his nose with a snare."

After a long moment of reflection she nodded her head and said, "The pretty well captures the picture I'd say."

Together we watched the greatest of God's creation browse in the meadow beyond as the evening shadows thickened. After a while Zora turned around to me and said, "Thank you Elon."