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Please read “The Veldt” by Richard Bradbury. The story ends in violence and death. Would you call it an accident, or murder? Who is most responsible for what happened? Who is innocent? How could this ending have been avoided? Give quotes as evidence. Initial posts should be no fewer than 200 words and replies to peers should be no fewer than 75 words each.

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The Veldt 
(The Saturday Evening Post, 1950) 
“George, I wish you’d look at the nursery.” 
“What’s wrong with it?” 
“I don’t know.” 
“Well, then.” 
“I just want you to look at it, is all, or call a psychologist in to look at it.” 
“What would a psychologist want with a nursery?” 
“You know very well what he’d want.” His wife paused in the middle of the kitchen 
and watched the stove busy humming to itself, making supper for four. 
“It’s just that the nursery is different now than it was.” 
“All right, let’s have a look.” 
They walked down the hall of their soundproofed Happylife Home, which had cost 
them thirty thousand dollars installed, this house which clothed and fed and rocked 
them to sleep and played and sang and was good to them. Their approach sensitized a 
switch somewhere and the nursery light flicked on when they came within ten feet of 
it. Similarly, behind them, in the halls, lights went on and off as they left them behind, 
with a soft automaticity. 
“Well,” said George Hadley.
They stood on the thatched floor of the nursery. It was forty feet across by forty 
feet long and thirty feet high; it had cost half again as much as the rest of the house. 
“But nothing’s too good for our children,” George had said. 
The nursery was silent. It was empty as a jungle glade at hot high noon. The walls 
were blank and two dimensional. Now, as George and Lydia Hadley stood in the 
center of the room, the walls began to purr and recede into crystalline distance, it 
seemed, and presently an African veldt appeared, in three dimensions, on all sides, in 
color reproduced to the final pebble and bit of straw. The ceiling above them became 
a deep sky with a hot yellow sun. 
George Hadley felt the perspiration start on his brow. 
“Let’s get out of this sun,” he said. “This is a little too real. But I don’t see anything 
“Wait a moment, you’ll see,” said his wife. 
Now the hidden odorophonics were beginning to blow a wind of odor at the two 
people in the middle of the baked veldtland. The hot straw smell of lion grass, the cool

green smell of the hidden water hole, the great rusty smell of animals, the smell of 
dust like a red paprika in the hot air. And now the sounds: the thump of distant 
antelope feet on grassy sod, the papery rustling of vultures. A shadow passed through 
the sky. The shadow flickered on George Hadley’s upturned, sweating face. 
“Filthy creatures,” he heard his wife say. 
“The vultures.” 
“You see, there are the lions, far over, that way. Now they’re on their way to the 
water hole. They’ve just been eating,” said Lydia. “I don’t know what.” 
“Some animal.” George Hadley put his hand up to shield off the burning light from 
his squinted eyes. “A zebra or a baby giraffe, maybe.” 
“Are you sure?” His wife sounded peculiarly tense. 
“No, it’s a little late to be sure,” he said, amused. “Nothing over there I can see but 
cleaned bone, and the vultures dropping for what’s left.” 
“Did you bear that scream?” she asked. 
“About a minute ago?” 
“Sorry, no.” 
The lions were coming. And again George Hadley was filled with admiration for 
the mechanical genius who had conceived this room. A miracle of efficiency selling 
for an absurdly low price. Every home should have one. Oh, occasionally they 
frightened you with their clinical accuracy, they startled you, gave you a twinge, but 
most of the time what fun for everyone, not only your own son and daughter, but for 
yourself when you felt like a quick jaunt to a foreign land, a quick change of scenery. 
Well, here it was! 
And here were the lions now, fifteen feet away, so real, so feverishly and 
startlingly real that you could feel the prickling fur on your hand, and your mouth was 
stuffed with the dusty upholstery smell of their heated pelts, and the yellow of them 
was in your eyes like the yellow of an exquisite French tapestry, the yellows of lions 
and summer grass, and the sound of the matted lion lungs exhaling on the silent 
noontide, and the smell of meat from the panting, dripping mouths. 
The lions stood looking at George and Lydia Hadley with terrible green-yellow 
“Watch out!” screamed Lydia. 
The lions came running at them. 
Lydia bolted and ran. Instinctively, George sprang after her. Outside, in the hall, 
with the door slammed he was laughing and she was crying, and they both stood 
appalled at the other’s reaction. 
“Lydia! Oh, my dear poor sweet Lydia!” 
“They almost got us!” 
“Walls, Lydia, remember; crystal walls, that’s all they are. Oh, they look real, I must 
admit — Africa in your parlor — but it’s all dimensional, superreactionary,

supersensitive color film and mental tape film behind glass screens. It’s all 
odorophonics and sonics, Lydia. Here’s my handkerchief.” 
“I’m afraid.” She came to him and put her body against him and cried steadily. “Did 
you see? Did you feel? It’s too real.” 
“Now, Lydia…” 
“You’ve got to tell Wendy and Peter not to read any more on Africa.” 
“Of course — of course.” He patted her. 
“And lock the nursery for a few days until I get my nerves settled.” 
“You know how difficult Peter is about that. When I punished him a month ago by 
locking the nursery for even a few hours — the tantrum be threw! And Wendy too. 
They live for the nursery.” 
“It’s got to be locked, that’s all there is to it.” 
“All right.” Reluctantly he locked the huge door. “You’ve been working too hard. 
You need a rest.” 
“I don’t know — I don’t know,” she said, blowing her nose, sitting down in a chair 
that immediately began to rock and comfort her. “Maybe I don’t have enough to do. 
Maybe I have time to think too much. Why don’t we shut the whole house off for a 
few days and take a vacation?” 
“You mean you want to fry my eggs for me?” 
“Yes.” She nodded. 
“And dam my socks?” 
“Yes.” A frantic, watery-eyed nodding. 
“And sweep the house?” 
“Yes, yes — oh, yes!” 
“But I thought that’s why we bought this house, so we wouldn’t have to do 
“That’s just it. I feel like I don’t belong here. The house is wife and mother now, 
and nursemaid. Can I compete with an African veldt? Can I give a bath and scrub the 
children as efficiently or quickly as the automatic scrub bath can? I cannot. And it 
isn’t just me. It’s you. You’ve been awfully nervous lately.” 
“I suppose I have been smoking too much.” 
“You look as if you didn’t know what to do with yourself in this house, either. You 
smoke a little more every morning and drink a little more every afternoon and need a 
little more sedative every night. You’re beginning to feel unnecessary too.” 
“Am I?” He paused and tried to feel into himself to see what was really there. 
“Oh, George!” She looked beyond him, at the nursery door. “Those lions can’t get 
out of there, can they?” 
He looked at the door and saw it tremble as if something had jumped against it 
from the other side. 
“Of course not,” he said.
At dinner they ate alone, for Wendy and Peter were at a special plastic carnival 
across town and bad televised home to say they’d be late, to go ahead eating. So 
George Hadley, bemused, sat watching the dining-room table produce warm dishes 
of food from its mechanical interior. 
“We forgot the ketchup,” he said. 
“Sorry,” said a small voice within the table, and ketchup appeared. 
As for the nursery, thought George Hadley, it won’t hurt for the children to be 
locked out of it awhile. Too much of anything isn’t good for anyone. And it was clearly 
indicated that the children had been spending a little too much time on Africa. That 
sun. He could feel it on his neck, still, like a hot paw. And the lions. And the smell of 
blood. Remarkable how the nursery caught the telepathic emanations of the 
children’s minds and created life to fill their every desire. The children thought lions, 
and there were lions. The children thought zebras, and there were zebras. Sun — sun. 
Giraffes — giraffes. Death and death. 
That last. He chewed tastelessly on the meat that the table bad cut for him. Death 
thoughts. They were awfully young, Wendy and Peter, for death thoughts. Or, no, you 
were never too young, really. Long before you knew what death was you were wishing 
it on someone else. When you were two years old you were shooting people with cap 
But this — the long, hot African veldt — the awful death in the jaws of a lion. And 
repeated again and again. 
“Where are you going?” 
He didn’t answer Lydia. Preoccupied, be let the lights glow softly on ahead of him, 
extinguish behind him as he padded to the nursery door. He listened against it. Far 
away, a lion roared. 
He unlocked the door and opened it. Just before he stepped inside, he heard a 
faraway scream. And then another roar from the lions, which subsided quickly. 
He stepped into Africa. How many times in the last year had he opened this door 
and found Wonderland, Alice, the Mock Turtle, or Aladdin and his Magical Lamp, or 
Jack Pumpkinhead of Oz, or Dr. Doolittle, or the cow jumping over a very real-
appearing moon-all the delightful contraptions of a make-believe world. How often 
had he seen Pegasus flying in the sky ceiling, or seen fountains of red fireworks, or 
heard angel voices singing. But now, is yellow hot Africa, this bake oven with murder 
in the heat. Perhaps Lydia was right. Perhaps they needed a little vacation from the 
fantasy which was growing a bit too real for ten-year-old children. It was all right to 
exercise one’s mind with gymnastic fantasies, but when the lively child mind settled 
on one pattern…? It seemed that, at a distance, for the past month, he had heard lions 
roaring, and smelled their strong odor seeping as far away as his study door. But, 
being busy, he had paid it no attention. 

George Hadley stood on the African grassland alone. The lions looked up from 
their feeding, watching him. The only flaw to the illusion was the open door through 
which he could see his wife, far down the dark hall, like a framed picture, eating her 
dinner abstractedly. 
“Go away,” he said to the lions. 
They did not go. 
He knew the principle of the room exactly. You sent out your thoughts. Whatever 
you thought would appear. “Let’s have Aladdin and his lamp,” he snapped. The 
veldtland remained; the lions remained. 
“Come on, room! I demand Aladin!” he said. 
Nothing happened. The lions mumbled in their baked pelts. 
He went back to dinner. “The fool room’s out of order,” he said. “It won’t respond.” 
“Or —” 
“Or what?” 
“Or it can’t respond,” said Lydia, “because the children have thought about Africa 
and lions and killing so many days that the room’s in a rut.” 
“Could be.” 
“Or Peter’s set it to remain that way.” 
“Set it?” 
“He may have got into the machinery and fixed something.” 
“Peter doesn’t know machinery.” 
“He’s a wise one for ten. That I.Q. of his —” 
“Nevertheless —” 
“Hello, Mom. Hello, Dad.” 
The Hadleys turned. Wendy and Peter were coming in the front door, cheeks like 
peppermint candy, eyes like bright blue agate marbles, a smell of ozone on their 
jumpers from their trip in the helicopter. “You’re just in time for supper,” said both 
“We’re full of strawberry ice cream and hot dogs,” said the children, holding 
hands. “But we’ll sit and watch.” 
“Yes, come tell us about the nursery,” said George Hadley. 
The brother and sister blinked at him and then at each other. 
“All about Africa and everything,” said the father with false joviality. 
“I don’t understand,” said Peter. 
“Your mother and I were just traveling through Africa with rod and reel; Tom 
Swift and his Electric Lion,” said George Hadley. 
“There’s no Africa in the nursery,” said Peter simply. 
“Oh, come now, Peter. We know better.” 
“I don’t remember any Africa,” said Peter to Wendy. “Do you?” 

“Run see and come tell.” 
She obeyed. 
“Wendy, come back here!” said George Hadley, but she was gone. The house lights 
followed her like a flock of fireflies. Too late, he realized he had forgotten to lock the 
nursery door after his last inspection. 
“Wendy’ll look and come tell us,” said Peter. 
“She doesn’t have to tell me. I’ve seen it.” 
“I’m sure you’re mistaken, Father.” 
“I’m not, Peter. Come along now.” 
But Wendy was back. “It’s not Africa,” she said breathlessly. 
“We’ll see about this,” said George Hadley, and they all walked down the hall 
together and opened the nursery door. 
There was a green, lovely forest, a lovely river, a purple mountain, high voices 
singing, and Rima, lovely and mysterious, lurking in the trees with colorful flights of 
butterflies, like animated bouquets, lingering in her long hair. The African veldtland 
was gone. The lions were gone. Only Rima was here now, singing a song so beautiful 
that it brought tears to your eyes. 
George Hadley looked in at the changed scene. “Go to bed,” he said to the 
They opened their mouths. 
“You heard me,” he said. 
They went off to the air closet, where a wind sucked them like brown leaves up 
the flue to their slumber rooms. 
George Hadley walked through the singing glade and picked up something that 
lay in the comer near where the lions had been. He walked slowly back to his wife. 
“What is that?” she asked. 
“An old wallet of mine,” he said. 
He showed it to her. The smell of hot grass was on it and the smell of a lion. There 
were drops of saliva on it, it bad been chewed, and there were blood smears on both 
He closed the nursery door and locked it, tight.
In the middle of the night he was still awake and he knew his wife was awake. “Do 
you think Wendy changed it?” she said at last, in the dark room. 
“Of course.” 
“Made it from a veldt into a forest and put Rima there instead of lions?” 
“I don’t know. But it’s staying locked until I find out.” 
“How did your wallet get there?” 

“I don’t know anything,” he said, “except that I’m beginning to be sorry we bought 
that room for the children. If children are neurotic at all, a room like that —” 
“It’s supposed to help them work off their neuroses in a healthful way.” 
“I’m starting to wonder.” He stared at the ceiling. 
“We’ve given the children everything they ever wanted. Is this our reward-
secrecy, disobedience?” 
“Who was it said, ‘Children are carpets, they should be stepped on occasionally’? 
We’ve never lifted a hand. They’re insufferable — let’s admit it. They come and go 
when they like; they treat us as if we were offspring. They’re spoiled and we’re 
“They’ve been acting funny ever since you forbade them to take the rocket to New 
York a few months ago.” 
“They’re not old enough to do that alone, I explained.” 
“Nevertheless, I’ve noticed they’ve been decidedly cool toward us since.” 
“I think I’ll have David McClean come tomorrow morning to have a look at Africa.” 
“But it’s not Africa now, it’s Green Mansions country and Rima.” 
“I have a feeling it’ll be Africa again before then.” 
A moment later they heard the screams. 
Two screams. Two people screaming from downstairs. And then a roar of lions. 
“Wendy and Peter aren’t in their rooms,” said his wife. 
He lay in his bed with his beating heart. “No,” he said. “They’ve broken into the 
“Those screams — they sound familiar.” 
“Do they?” 
“Yes, awfully.” 
And although their beds tried very bard, the two adults couldn’t be rocked to 
sleep for another hour. A smell of cats was in the night air. 
“Father?” said Peter. 
Peter looked at his shoes. He never looked at his father any more, nor at his 
mother. “You aren’t going to lock up the nursery for good, are you?” 
“That all depends.” 
“On what?” snapped Peter. 
“On you and your sister. If you intersperse this Africa with a little variety — oh, 
Sweden perhaps, or Denmark or China —” 
“I thought we were free to play as we wished.” 
“You are, within reasonable bounds.” 
“What’s wrong with Africa, Father?” 
“Oh, so now you admit you have been conjuring up Africa, do you?” 

“I wouldn’t want the nursery locked up,” said Peter coldly. “Ever.” 
“Matter of fact, we’re thinking of turning the whole house off for about a month. 
Live sort of a carefree one-for-all existence.” 
“That sounds dreadful! Would I have to tie my own shoes instead of letting the 
shoe tier do it? And brush my own teeth and comb my hair and give myself a bath?” 
“It would be fun for a change, don’t you think?” 
“No, it would be horrid. I didn’t like it when you took out the picture painter last 
“That’s because I wanted you to learn to paint all by yourself, son.” 
“I don’t want to do anything but look and listen and smell; what else is there to 
“All right, go play in Africa.” 
“Will you shut off the house sometime soon?” 
“We’re considering it.” 
“I don’t think you’d better consider it any more, Father.” 
“I won’t have any threats from my son!” 
“Very well.” And Peter strolled off to the nursery. 
“Am I on time?” said David McClean. 
“Breakfast?” asked George Hadley. 
“Thanks, had some. What’s the trouble?” 
“David, you’re a psychologist.” 
“I should hope so.” 
“Well, then, have a look at our nursery. You saw it a year ago when you dropped 
by; did you notice anything peculiar about it then?” 
“Can’t say I did; the usual violences, a tendency toward a slight paranoia here or 
there, usual in children because they feel persecuted by parents constantly, but, oh, 
really nothing.” 
They walked down the ball. “I locked the nursery up,” explained the father, “and 
the children broke back into it during the night. I let them stay so they could form the 
patterns for you to see.” 
There was a terrible screaming from the nursery. 
“There it is,” said George Hadley. “See what you make of it.” 
They walked in on the children without rapping. 
The screams had faded. The lions were feeding. 
“Run outside a moment, children,” said George Hadley. “No, don’t change the 
mental combination. Leave the walls as they are. Get!” 
With the children gone, the two men stood studying the lions clustered at a 
distance, eating with great relish whatever it was they had caught. 

“I wish I knew what it was,” said George Hadley. “Sometimes I can almost see. Do 
you think if I brought high-powered binoculars here and —” 
David McClean laughed dryly. “Hardly.” He turned to study all four walls. “How 
long has this been going on?” 
“A little over a month.” 
“It certainly doesn’t feel good.” 
“I want facts, not feelings.” 
“My dear George, a psychologist never saw a fact in his life. He only hears about 
feelings; vague things. This doesn’t feel good, I tell you. Trust my hunches and my 
instincts. I have a nose for something bad. This is very bad. My advice to you is to 
have the whole damn room torn down and your children brought to me every day 
during the next year for treatment.” 
“Is it that bad?” 
“I’m afraid so. One of the original uses of these nurseries was so that we could 
study the patterns left on the walls by the child’s mind, study at our leisure, and help 
the child. In this case, however, the room has become a channel toward-destructive 
thoughts, instead of a release away from them.” 
“Didn’t you sense this before?” 
“I sensed only that you bad spoiled your children more than most. And now you’re 
letting them down in some way. What way?” 
“I wouldn’t let them go to New York.” 
“What else?” 
“I’ve taken a few machines from the house and threatened them, a month ago, 
with closing up the nursery unless they did their homework. I did close it for a few 
days to show I meant business.” 
“Ah, ha!” 
“Does that mean anything?” 
“Everything. Where before they had a Santa Claus now they have a Scrooge. 
Children prefer Santas. You’ve let this room and this house replace you and your wife 
in your children’s affections. This room is their mother and father, far more important 
in their lives than their real parents. And now you come along and want to shut it off. 
No wonder there’s hatred here. You can feel it coming out of the sky. Feel that sun. 
George, you’ll have to change your life. Like too many others, you’ve built it around 
creature comforts. Why, you’d starve tomorrow if something went wrong in your 
kitchen. You wouldn’t know bow to tap an egg. Nevertheless, turn everything off. 
Start new. It’ll take time. But we’ll make good children out of bad in a year, wait and 
“But won’t the shock be too much for the children, shutting the room up abruptly, 
for good?” 
“I don’t want them going any deeper into this, that’s all.” 
The lions were finished with their red feast. 
The lions were standing on the edge of the clearing watching the two men. 

“Now I’m feeling persecuted,” said McClean. “Let’s get out of here. I never have 
cared for these damned rooms. Make me nervous.” 
“The lions look real, don’t they?” said George Hadley. I don’t suppose there’s any 
way —” 
“— That they could become real?” 
“Not that I know.” 
“Some flaw in the machinery, a tampering or something?” 
They went to the door. 
“I don’t imagine the room will like being turned off,” said the father. 
“Nothing ever likes to die — even a room.” 
“I wonder if it hates me for wanting to switch it off?” 
“Paranoia is thick around here today,” said David McClean. “You can follow it like 
a spoor. Hello.” He bent and picked up a bloody scarf. “This yours?” 
“No.” George Hadley’s face was rigid. “It belongs to Lydia.” 
They went to the fuse box together and threw the switch that killed the nursery. 
The two children were in hysterics. They screamed and pranced and threw 
things. They yelled and sobbed and swore and jumped at the furniture. 
“You can’t do that to the nursery, you can’t!” 
“Now, children.” 
The children flung themselves onto a couch, weeping. 
“George,” said Lydia Hadley, “turn on the nursery, just for a few moments. You 
can’t be so abrupt.” 
“You can’t be so cruel…” 
“Lydia, it’s off, and it stays off. And the whole damn house dies as of here and now. 
The more I see of the mess we’ve put ourselves in, the more it sickens me. We’ve been 
contemplating our mechanical, electronic navels for too long. My God, how we need a 
breath of honest air!” 
And he marched about the house turning off the voice clocks, the stoves, the 
heaters, the shoe shiners, the shoe lacers, the body scrubbers and swabbers and 
massagers, and every other machine be could put his hand to. 
The house was full of dead bodies, it seemed. It felt like a mechanical cemetery. 
So silent. None of the humming hidden energy of machines waiting to function at the 
tap of a button. 
“Don’t let them do it!” wailed Peter at the ceiling, as if he was talking to the house, 
the nursery. “Don’t let Father kill everything.” He turned to his father. “Oh, I hate you!” 
“Insults won’t get you anywhere.” 

“I wish you were dead!” 
“We were, for a long while. Now we’re going to really start living. Instead of being 
handled and massaged, we’re going to live.” 
Wendy was still crying and Peter joined her again. “Just a moment, just one 
moment, just another moment of nursery,” they wailed. 
“Oh, George,” said the wife, “it can’t hurt.” 
“All right — all right, if they’ll just shut up. One minute, mind you, and then off 
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” sang the children, smiling with wet faces. 
“And then we’re going on a vacation. David McClean is coming back in half an 
hour to help us move out and get to the airport. I’m going to dress. You turn the 
nursery on for a minute, Lydia, just a minute, mind you.” 
And the three of them went babbling off while he let himself be vacuumed 
upstairs through the air flue and set about dressing himself. A minute later Lydia 
“I’ll be glad when we get away,” she sighed. 
“Did you leave them in the nursery?” 
“I wanted to dress too. Oh, that horrid Africa. What can they see in it?” 
“Well, in five minutes we’ll be on our way to Iowa. Lord, how did we ever get in 
this house? What prompted us to buy a nightmare?” 
“Pride, money, foolishness.” 
“I think we’d better get downstairs before those kids get engrossed with those 
damned beasts again.” 
Just then they heard the children calling, “Daddy, Mommy, come quick — quick!” 
They went downstairs in the air flue and ran down the hall. The children were 
nowhere in sight. “Wendy? Peter!” 
They ran into the nursery. The veldtland was empty save for the lions waiting, 
looking at them. “Peter, Wendy?” 
The door slammed. 
“Wendy, Peter!” 
George Hadley and his wife whirled and ran back to the door. 
“Open the door!” cried George Hadley, trying the knob. “Why, they’ve locked it 
from the outside! Peter!” He beat at the door. “Open up!” 
He heard Peter’s voice outside, against the door. 
“Don’t let them switch off the nursery and the house,” he was saying. 
Mr. and Mrs. George Hadley beat at the door. “Now, don’t be ridiculous, children. 
It’s time to go. Mr. McClean’ll be here in a minute and…” 
And then they heard the sounds. 
The lions on three sides of them, in the yellow veldt grass, padding through the 
dry straw, rumbling and roaring in their throats. 
The lions. 

Mr. Hadley looked at his wife and they turned and looked back at the beasts 
edging slowly forward crouching, tails stiff. 
Mr. and Mrs. Hadley screamed. 
And suddenly they realized why those other screams bad sounded familiar. 
“Well, here I am,” said David McClean in the nursery doorway, “Oh, hello.” He 
stared at the two children seated in the center of the open glade eating a little picnic 
lunch. Beyond them was the water hole and the yellow veldtland; above was the hot 
sun. He began to perspire. “Where are your father and mother?” 
The children looked up and smiled. “Oh, they’ll be here directly.” 
“Good, we must get going.” At a distance Mr. McClean saw the lions fighting and 
clawing and then quieting down to feed in silence under the shady trees. 
He squinted at the lions with his hand tip to his eyes. 
Now the lions were done feeding. They moved to the water hole to drink. 
A shadow flickered over Mr. McClean’s hot face. Many shadows flickered. The 
vultures were dropping down the blazing sky. 
“A cup of tea?” asked Wendy in the silence. 


















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