The hairy creature squirmed in his hands. "Wait! Wait, please! Don't you recognize me?"
Ekee peered at the baboon, nostrils flaring. The scent was familiar...
"You knew me when we were young. We played together under the fig trees in the fruiting season."
"Ah!" said Ekee. His dark fur settled, shrinking his apparent size. "Yes, I see now."
The baboon wriggled, but Ekee's grip was iron. "Please! Do you hate me so much?"
"No," said Ekee. "I remember you fondly. I bear you no ill will." He patted the baboon on the head. "But I'm hungry."
His jaws clamped down.
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