My friends and I were camping in the middleof the Serengeti under a sky so filled with stars it took my breath away. I never imagined Africa to be so beautiful. We had just finished dinner, and now, we were sitting on stools around the campfire and reading with flashlights. Suddenly, we heard the low roar of a lion coming from the bushes beyond our tents. I gasped and turned my
flashlight to where I had heard the noise, and the other campers did the same. As we watched, hardly daring to breathe, one lioness after another walked out from behind the bushes
and slowly made her way to the clump of trees about 20 feet away. Half a dozen lion cubs stayed close to them as they moved along. The guide had told us that animals didn't like the smell of humans
because we didn't smell like fresh meat but instead like soap and shampoo. So we hoped we were safe from attack—but we
couldn't be sure. None of us spoke a word. As we watched the seven adult lions disappeared into the trees. We were safe—but so
excited that we had seen these ferocious creatures so close!
What is the author's purpose in writing this story? A. to inform the reader about how lions look for food for their cubs
B. to narrate his or her personal experiences traveling in Africa
C. to entertain the audience with stories about African tribal life
D. to persuade the audience to help save the endangered animals.