Animals too Have Stories to Tell (Part V)

Welcome to the stunning conclusion of Animals too Have Stories to Tell.

It ends here.

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Indy and Jade – Google Search Image

Like her mother would have done before she too had quieted down, before she took instructions from Carl who was now in the habit of talking to the school’s custodian – doing his best to keep her in check as long as it was time for women to get a handle on things.

For Carl a handle had meant that they had come to some agreement of which family members to invite, while for her it meant deciding to live together without kids and still making the best of it.

Something she hadn’t quite understood before the doctors made the arrangement – either because they hadn’t taken the time to think things through or else because neither of them wanted to disappoint their parents.

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Mr. & Mrs. Drummer – Google Search Image

And to some extent, she had always felt strange about it. As though, although she was a grown woman – she would find herself looking towards her mother and father, hoping that they would give her direction. Or affirmation. As though she didn’t have a brain of her own and couldn’t think for herself.

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Carl – Google Search Image

Sometimes when Carl asked her about it, she would tell him how her father was astute. Or else how her mother had helped to bring up her siblings – each of them now – grown men and women who still had good jobs.

And she had seen him smile, even though they had never really spoken about it. Never told him that with a father on the Board of Education he was one or two steps higher than her on the totem pole even though ever since they met – he had tried to prove that the distance meant nothing to him.

Except she had seen the looks from the other men and women in the village. Looks that meant that she was lucky. That she was getting away with something.

And she had tried to prove those stares untrue because deep down she knew that everyone was worth something. Then she lost her father, and after that she had had a still birth. Little by little she was starting to feel like life wasn’t worth anything.

But she kept those thoughts to herself because if she said anything, a man like Carl would start to look at her more closely. Would start to suspect something. And she didn’t want to give him any reason to start seeing things from a negative perspective – because she had plans for her life – wanted it to mean something.

In the end.

Maybe that was why she had picked up the petition for Indy and Jade – because although they might have been responsible for what had happened to her father – in the end she couldn’t, didn’t want to blame them for everything.

So she took her posters and placards to the streets. Had even gotten shoppers in the grocery store and the mall to back her, until the police had stopped her mutinous group and the papers had started to condemn her as though she was some sixteenth century heretic.

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Asking what it was that she was teaching their kids. Whether someone like that was fit to be employed at such an illustrious institution.

That was when the head teacher and the principal had gotten on board. Preaching their fire and brimstone ethics as though she was the one who had gotten things wrong.

Each time she had tried to convince them that Indy and Jade were not the bad ones. Not the problem, because they were not the ones who had started to encroach on state land, but then the politicians had had to put in their two cents, because without their suggestions they feared that the people would remain either poised to act or inactive. As if they could not sort out the taxes by themselves, or check to see why the debris on the side of the roads hadn’t been cleared. Or else why the students were not taking advantage of every opportunity that was being presented to them by the government.

And she had only held onto her head – to prevent herself from bawling – because in the end, she had started to feel as though she was back at square one – and just like Chicken Little she looked up and all she could see was that the sky was falling.

The little boy with the crooked teeth held out his hand, and took a hold of hers. “Don’t worry, Mrs. Drummer,” he said, with a weak smile, “I won’t let those unruly politicians take Indy and Jade away from you.”

Then the other children said, “Yes. Neither will we.”

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And she squeezed his hand, all the while wiping away tears that she didn’t know had fallen, trying to keep her head above water, because that’s what a drummer did. When they saw reason and acknowledged the call. To action.

Even as the world around them changed.

They would open their hearts and minds and then head out.

She did that now, watching them with their bus tickets in their hand and opened the door.

“Let’s go, children,” she said, laying down the newspaper. Glad that they had gotten permission to see Indira and Jadoo before all of this had come to a head. It would be wise to go, she could hear her father whispering, before the world started to spin and everything changed.

She remembered her father then, propped up on pillows in that faint light, right before the doctor had tried to stitch him back together. His hand on her head. “Do you remember when you were little,” he said looking through the window. “And your mother and I would have to read to you, to keep you from fidgeting. Sometimes we would take you to the zoo, and you would prop yourself down in front of the lion’s cage. And you would sit there for hours as though watching them you would find something awe-inspiring.” He wiped his face with his good hand.”We could never tear you away.”

She had nodded then, as though she knew that it meant the world to him. Watching him, she could always see the lions. As they pranced about their cage, eating food and cradling their young. That had always been their special time together. She turned away from that memory now.

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She watched them go… – Google Search Image

Watched the children go.

Imagining that she was their mother. That this was where everything began and ended – and then she saw herself standing up to the school board, and the principal and then eventually winning.

Then she remembered the first thing he had said to when, when he had introduced her to the lions so many years ago, “Never forget darling, that animals too have stories to tell.”

And then everything else began to fade away.

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Fading – Google Search Image

I hope you’ve enjoyed, Animals too Have Stories to Tell. I’ve enjoyed going through the story again and making a couple of edits.

As always, do keep reading and writing. They are like good friends, they always go hand in hand.

Thanks again for stopping by and do come again.

Animals too Have Stories to Tell (Part IV)

Welcome back. Here is part four of Animals too Have Stories to Tell.

The story continues now.

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A hunter – Google Search Image

And each time her father went on a hunt, her mother would cook special food, say a prayer and ask God to protect him. But that last time her mother had been sick, and not being one to think about or follow superstition Mrs. Drummer had just ignored it. Until she saw the severed hand, that looked so lifeless, and heard the men talk about the huge effort it had taken for them to convince the dying man to seek treatment.

That was where she had waited. Where her mother had paced, as though her shoes were made for squashing ants – flattening everything. While Mrs. Drummer had had her head stuck in a book – as though the real world was obsolete to her and she needed to take in everything else slowly rather than open her eyes and look.

Her head turned away from John and the two boys now. Pass the open window that looked out onto the huge savannah where the children often went. That time was closed to her now. Almost forgotten. Forever.

And up until a few years ago, she said, slowly turning, “nothing could/ would change my mind.”

Excited at the prospect of holding the two tigers the children fought among themselves. Next to John, a red-headed girl bowed her head, as though what they all needed to do was be patient. Mrs. Drummer had seen her around the school often enough in the company of other, younger girls. And looking at her she tried to figure out why the girl seemed familiar to her, and then she considered that her facial structure resembled that of one of the nurses who had helped her at the hospital.

Although that women had been stern. Rigid. Obstinate while this little girl looked humble. Following the young girl’s eyes, once again, Mrs. Drummer read the headlines: Indira and Jadoo to be shot. Here ends another great dynasty – bringing an end to almost thirty years of cross cultural relations. And then in fine print: Others to be sent home.

And watching the red-headed girl, she wondered why more of them hadn’t been relocated here. Whether it was because they themselves were doing a poor job of raising their kids. Not that cold was a word that she would use with them – what her mother and the principal often said was that they were desensitized; so that something that affected her fully, barely seemed to touch them.

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Nairobi – Google Search Image

That was one of the reasons why when she was younger her mother had decided for them to move to Nairobi, “there is family there,” she had said. “Together we can make something better.” Mrs. Drummer had wondered what they would make there with her father’s people, whether it would all be worth it.

At the time, her father seemed to think so, when he saw her latch onto Carl. “He’ll make a fine woman out of you,” he had said, and she’d always wanted to retort, only if I let him. Let any of you. But she hadn’t said anything and then her father had gone and died. Gone and left them – and she had felt stuck, and she started to doubt whether or not she could accomplish anything.

Without him, she felt detached. Even though Carl always seemed to be there, busy bringing her things. It was as though, he felt together they could weather any storm.

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Mrs. Drummer leaning on Carl – Google Search Image

And wasn’t that why at first she had latched onto him. Carl. With his short head of hair and protective glasses; after all he was a strong, stable, young man. One of the men in the village who her father had spoken highly of, an educated man who could take care of himself and his father, or her and her mother, if he was forced to do it. Although with him, she had to explain almost everything.

Was that why she was pulling away now? Because the two of them didn’t have a chance of producing a viable offspring. “Carl and I are not right for each other,” she said to herself, by way of an explanation. Cautiously, as though it hadn’t been a thought, but a discovery she had made while reading through one of those beauty magazines, which these days seemed to encompass everything – like women making children at a younger and younger age. Overall, it seemed as though everything good diminished with age.
Mrs. Drummer shoved a strand of hair, behind her left ear, and took in the children. Because that last thought always made her fearful. She took a slow, even breath.

Contented to watch them play.

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Kids interacting with one another –    Google Search Image

Thank you for stopping by.

I hope you’ve enjoyed the story thus far. It will continue on Friday.

All the best. Do come again.

Animals too Have Stories to Tell (Part III)

There have been two installments thus far, the third one is written here.

Hope you enjoy it…

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Indira and Jadoo – Google Search Image

At first it had only been a pair of cubs, that some of the wealthier people had taken to calling Indira and Jadoo. Names that would eventually stick because for many of the people in politics they had come to mean something. Some distinguished lineage of politicians if you followed the comments closely. More revered names if you listened to her father and some of the older men in the village. Either way, Mrs. Drummer had not been ensnared with or too conscious of the names, because as the tigers were growing up they had become more and more delightful.

Although over the years some of the younger people had taken to calling them Indy and Jade. She suspected that part of it had been due to the popularity of American movies like Indiana Jones, but since those movies had died out over the years – she could never be certain. But with respect to the latter nickname, what was irrefutable for her was the fact that there had never been anything green about the tigers, unless you considered the huge fig leaves they usually slept on. Or which helped sometimes to keep them out of the heat.

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Who knows where a name really comes from? – Google Search Image

Like most children her own age, Mrs. Drummer had gone with her father to the local zoo, when the cubs had first been acquired, so that she could get a good look at them (so that, just like everyone else, she could say that she had been their to see their arrival.

Before they had been sent out into the world – to the neighbouring villages where other people would also get a good look at them. This of course was also before they formed a strong bond, made a family and moved away to a more remote area. In truth, back then there had been various plans for the two lovable creatures – in one of them they be taken from one country to another so that the people would be able to have their fill of them. In the end though, that plan and many others were scrapped, because Indira, the prettier one – the female – would often become temperamental. The zookeepers dealt with her as best as they could – in some respects at first, they treated her as though she was a human: first, they threw medicine at the problem, then food, and then finally it was established that what she needed was a man. A male tiger to be more precise, even though they had reservations about them at first because the two of them had the same parents.

So the money to earned from their initial trip was used in the end to furnish Indira with a more suitable mate. Then the two of them would be bred, so that eventually they would have cubs. Baby tigers who would then be reared by Indy and Jade.

A fair trade off everyone agreed if in the end it produced a more stable environment for the animals that lived within their ecosystem. Especially since our society was the best model upon which to base this experiment. Where some scientist wondered if it was wise to create a habitat for tigers so close to their human environment. People on both sides of the argument were enthused and impassioned, but for the supporters who refused to back down, they kept saying how lucky the people were to have after ten years, a cohesive animal kingdom that boasted well-over fifty odd tigers.

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A little bit more about ecosystems – Google Search Image

Some of whom were in hiding, and waiting to find a safer place, one where they would be able to construct their own living environment. Periodically, Mrs. Drummer and her father would go out on hunts in search of them. Just so that they could count and make note of them. Over the years, Mrs. Drummer and her father had been two of their strongest supporters. And they were always happy to see them when the size of their community grew, because then people would be able to go out on safaris,

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Out on a safari – Google Search Image

sometimes they would also point weapons at them. Since her father and the other men of the village had teamed up with some scientists, their role was simply like that of a census taker, to tag them so that they knew where they were, how large their family was, and then they would be done with it.

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Tagging Animals – sometimes we just need to know –                      Google Search Image

To be continued…

The story continues next Wednesday.

Hope you like what you read so far, and if this is your first time reading Animals too Have Stories to Tell, do go back and check out part one and part two.

And like always, thanks for reading, and do come again!

Have a fantastic weekend!