The sky was pale on blue that night of March. Jessica and Carlton had spent the last three nights hiking the Bungle Mungle National Forest before the rain had come, washing away their dusty game trails and filling the mountain cuts one by one up with water. The water rose with such a rapid course that J and C soon found themselves edging along the cliff faces with the mountain goats, heading for the peak and safety from oncoming flood. It was here, at 32,678 feet that they found the only shelter, a fifteen by seventy foot cave.
As they breast the mouth of the cave they stood- jaws agog- the sight before them (had it not been taken in their own eyes) could have only been thought of as polite chaos. Huddling and muddling about within the cave, animals from all walks of life, carnivore and herbivore, insect and bird, wealthy and thankful, were gathered together and taking shelter. Life as it’s put, was investing in itself.
J and C dropped the 3½ feet down to the hard granite floor where they were met by two Bulls. They were hard eyed and stern, and moved in tandem with the couple. Stepping out from under J’s Bull an old, gray Spider Monkey knuckled his way forward. The Monkey stood for a moment, the expression on his face that of extreme interest to the newcomers. After a full minute of intense scrutiny, the Monkey edged his way to C, scaled his right leg and torso, and knocked very distinctly twice on the hilt of the 247 rifle strapped to C’s pack. Their faces were then six inches from each other, the Monkeys breathe hot and the look in his eye pleading. Slowly, delicately, C removed the rifle, and set it aside at the caves mouth. The Monkey smiled, and lovingly curled onto his shoulder, resting his head in the crook of C’s neck, and then hand over’d it back down.
With J by the hand the Monkey led the two into the crowd. All eyes were on them. Some beast, some bug, some bird. All wide, and all friendly. Roughly 5/8ths down the seventy foot recess of the cave, they watched the sea of life diverge and reveal a small crib, trimmed with cotton weighted luaun. J kneeled over it, brushed aside the drape, and peered inside a small, furry simian life form. The Childe’s eyes were wide, and spectacled, and J could easily see the reflected image of C’s head appear next to hers.
‘He be human?’ C grunted.
‘He human be.’ J replied.
‘I buhmann.’ the Childe amused.