“Don’t be afraid little one…” she hid him under her breast. “That mean monster will go away… it won’t see us… just be quiet…”
He snuggled against her warm, soft body… it felt so good.
“Why did you call them monsters mommy?” He asked. “They are so tiny… and so weak…”
“They are wicked… they kill us for our skin, steal our babies and sell them to zoos… they dont even eat us … just kill or steal..” she said with boiling anger. “Promise me you will run away if you see one…”
“I promise mommy…” He said, chewing a bamboo shoot.