Yesterday I watched the elephant play the piano and move to the beat of rock n roll, bs today this story. Blessed be the beasts of the field and let us gain in our understanding of them.
It reads like environmental pulp fiction:
A tribal family’s ancestral forest home is surrounded and cutoff from the main forest by illegal loggers and slash-and-burn farmers. When they eventually break out to try to rejoin the main tribe, they are discovered at dawn and set upon by a violent mob – the family is split, some run for the safety of the trees, others are hacked to death with machetes. In the fighting, one infant receives such a blow to the head that he’s knocked unconscious. On the verge of being killed, he is rescued from the mob by forest guards, and flown to a distant city. He wakes up in an orphanage, and screams for his mother. Ripped from his friends, his family, his mother, he has nightmares for months.
As the years pass, he slowly makes new friends, and with them he is moved to a ‘halfway’ house…
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