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upon us’, and no doubt he ventured several other allegories while he was on the subject, which, in my absence, went undeciphered, since, as I said before, I was always the one who tried to reveal to the others the hidden sense of the aged porcupine’s parables and symbols, and when he’d finished showing off his wisdom with his telling of The Swallow and the Little Birds , he’d announce, with the solemn air he liked to affect, ‘I am that Swallow, and you are the little heedless birds, these, my words of wisdom and you my uncomprehending listeners’, and if my fellows were still puzzled, our aged friend would have treated them to an even more withering remark along the lines of ‘none of you understands all this, when the cricket ejaculates, only the old sage hears,’ but this time he probably said, in a more serious tone of voice, ‘and now let’s talk of other things, no one in the bush is irreplaceable, he was a deer calf who acted like a human, it’s his own funeral’
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    as you see, my disappearance caused a lot of grief, especially among those who liked to listen to my tales about humans while the old man’s back was turned, pretending to enter a state of deep meditation, he’d bid us leave him to his patriarchal contemplations, go up to the top of a tree, close his eyes, stumble through his prayers, it really was like listening to the genuine first cousin of the monkey, the groaning and mutterings of the porcupine are remarkably similar to human utterance, but to this day, I’m proud to say, I’m pretty sure some of my fellows
never gave up hope that one day they’d see me again, I was too careful to get myself captured by the kids of Mossaka like some naive booby, they must have remembered I’d warned them a thousand times about the little traps we liked to sneer at, they admired my lucidity, flair, intelligence, speed, cunning, they knew I could outwit them with one flick of the paw, so it could be my fellows had already begun to imagine the day I’d come back, a great day, they’d laugh in the face of the governor, tell him his sermonising was pure eyewash, ask a thousand questions about my disappearance, my incursion into the world of the first cousins of the monkeys, let’s be honest, the first question they asked would have been about the human condition, about how men relate to animals, my fellows had always wondered whether the first cousins of the monkey believed we were capable of thought, of conceiving an idea, pursuing it logically, always wondered if men were conscious of the harm they do to animals, if they realise how arrogant they are, with their self-proclaimed superiority, many of them, in fact, knew nothing of humans beyond the prejudices spouted by the governor, they’d never set paws in a village, they only saw men from a distance, they laughed at the thought of these poor creatures who only used their lower limbs to get from a to b, using only their feet for walking, just to show other species how superior they are, my fellows listened with interest to the caricature presented by our governor, Man he declared, was indefensible, deserved no absolution, was the wickedest of all creatures on earth, attenuating circumstances there were none, and since humans give us animals such a hard time, since they are hostile and deaf to our calls for peaceful co-existence, since they are the ones who come into the bush to hunt us, since they only grasp
the need for harmony once they’ve been decimated by a long battle which is indelibly printed on their memory, well then, we should do likewise, and strike out at their children, even the newborn, because ‘the tiger’s young are born with ready claws’, so spoke our governor, and you see, my dear Baobab, that he had no sympathy for humankind
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    my death quickly became an accepted fact in our little community, I presume it was the governor