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ridiculous, but having said that, these tics are often what saves them from the humans’ rifle, and I noticed that his tail, which dragged behind him, was damaged, perhaps he had narrowly escaped a human trap, the wound was still gaping, I had no wish to dwell on the origin of his misfortune, then, after sniggering, and performing a series of absurd tics, he scratched his behind and mumbled, ‘I’ve been spying on you, I wondered why you were crying like that, it’s because you’re looking for the others isn’t, it, well I can’t say I’ve seen any porcupines round here for a few days, it’s been rather quiet round here just lately, it’s as if there’s nothing more left to eat, so everyone’s gone, but anyway, if you’ve got nowhere to live, you can come and join us, if you like, I’d be delighted to introduce you to my fellows, particularly since the rainy season’s coming up and it looks like it’s going to be a really tough one, judging by the heavy clouds hanging low as an ass’s belly, come with me, we should help each other out, lend one another a paw, know what I mean’, I couldn’t see myself living
with squirrels, putting up with their tics, sharing their nuts, intervening when they fell out over a rotten almond, climbing trees all day, so I shook my head, he tried to persuade me, I didn’t waver, I’d rather die than stoop that low, I said to myself, and he went ‘who d’you think you are, eh, pride won’t find a vagabond shelter when he’s wandering about in the rain’, and I replied, ‘a vagabond’s shelter is his dignity’, and that silenced him, he looked me up and down and then said ‘listen, my spiky friend, I offered you hospitality, you’ve refused it, I’d like to help you find your friends but I’m in a hurry just now, the others have been waiting for me all this time, they sent me out to find some nuts, but I can at least tell you your family went the other way, behind you,’ and he pointed with his snout towards the horizon, where the earth meets the sky, where the mountains merge like a little heap of stones, I knew he was teasing, that it gave him a thrill to see me in such a state, ‘I’m sorry, I have to be off, good luck, be brave, and let’s hope your dignity finds you a home’, he said, and off he went, without turning round, I looked at the horizon, then at the sky, I wiped my tears, I dithered about for a few minutes, emptiness all around, still, as though the silence was looking back at me, watching me, knowing which way my fellows had gone, I could picture them exactly, the governor speaking, praying, muttering orders, I stopped crying there and then, and taking a large gulp of air, my quills at half-mast, I said to myself ‘too bad, now I’ll live on my own’, and after two more days of gnawing loneliness and misery, I set off on the path to the village of my young master
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    and that, dear Baobab, is how I left the animal world and
joined the service of young Kibandi, who had just received his initiation in Mossaka, the boy I would later follow all the way to Séképembé, the boy I would stick to for decades, up to last Friday, when I could do nothing to save him from death, I’m still feeling sad about it, I’d rather you didn’t see my tears, so I’ll turn my back to you, out of decency, and rest for a moment, before I carry on

how Papa Kibandi sold us his destiny

not a day of his life went by without my master thinking of the night his father sold on his destiny to us, visions of the initiation haunted him, he was back in Mossaka, aged ten, it was night, a night full of terrors, of flying bats, when Papa Kibandi woke him without a word to his mother, and dragged him off into the forest, and even before he left the house, little Kibandi witnessed something so incredible, he had to rub his eyes