"There was a hunter who went into the bush to kill a monkey. He had looked for only a few minutes when he saw a monkey sitting comfortably in the branch of a low tree. The monkey didn't pay him any attention, not even when his footsteps on the dried leaves rose and fell as he neared. When he was close enough and behind a tree where he could clearly see the monkey, he raised his rifle and aimed. Just when he was about to pull the trigger, the monkey spoke: 'If you shoot me, your mother will die, and if you don't, your father will die.' The mokey resumed its position, chewing its food and every so often stcratched its head or the side of its belly."
"What would you do if you were the hunter?"
(This an excerpt from Ismael Beah's A long way gone: Memoirs of a boy soldier.)
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