Monday, June 12, 2006 | L'enfant terrible

This little tormenter--he treated his puppy as if it's a stuffed animal. To entertain his rare guests he made his loyal friend do all kinds of acrobatic stunts. If we didn't stop him he might have already crippled his only playmate. Ironically it’s because of us he started it all.
I asked him how old he is. He just shook his head.
He habitually put his hands behind his back, looking precociously solemn. Apparently he copied it from the older folks working around here.
I wondered if he's ever left the mountain, played with other kids, worn clothing clean from mud and seen a world without mountains and trees.
But he will. very soon. And one day he'll miss his times living like a wild animal.
He picked us flowers. When we left almost all of us had some little white flowers in hands or on heads.
I tried to woo him into taking a picture with us all. But he seemed much annoyed.
After waving us goodbye he immediately slumped back into his little mud pool where he’s been playing.
he hadn't given us a smile.

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