33 - A Curt and the Brown Mangani

"Where are you?"

The fellow quizzed. He was sweating but the weather was quite favorable to him. The sun wasn't in her prime and you could tell from the innocence of the leaves that the forest was at ease which was a good thing to him.

He had been there for as long as possible. He had been searching but he wasn't going to give up. He wasn't even sure if he who he was looking for understood the language he was speaking to him.

He sniffed. He was familiar with the trends of the forest too. He knew when to act and when not to.

He knew when a creature was close and when there was nothing coming.

"Don't creep me out."

He muttered to himself. He meant to say it to the homeboy but he wasn't bold enough. His grit was being smothered already. You could tell from both the crazed beats rendered by his mental ken and his knitting eyebrows.

His heart was jumpy and his head heavy. He couldn't point which of the feeling was the best thing to hold unto.

He could smell the homeboy out but he didn't know from where twas coming precisely.

He only wanted to have some words with it. He didn't even know whether or not to call the homeboy 'an it' or 'a he'.

He was standing in a path. He was conscious of all the movements going on around him.

A strong part of him was telling him that twas the homeboy but the other parts kept him bothered with stray thoughts.

It could be a cougar or some stray leopard or even a tiger. He wasn't sure. But he was prepared for it all.

He had strapped quite the numbers of weapons to himself and he was having a peg with sharp end in his two hands.

The pegs were poised as well as his ego. His senses were at alert for he couldn't simply make a silly mistake.

He was moving dramatically on that spot and was calculating the odds.

"Whatever would be would be."

He said finally to himself. That was the best thing he could do.

A self-assurance.

He didn't expect in vain. At once, the rustles thickened and closed up.

And that was the strength of his confusion.

The movement had been splitted, coming from two different directions.

Twas very hard to judge at that moment. What was on the right and the left.

"Let the worst come."

He kept those words coming in and out.

He was losing his grits. The strength which had been propelling him seemed to had waned out.

He felt like running away. He would be a coward. He needed a story to tell.

Then at once, from the right and left bursted out the two stirrers.

The Homeboy before him and a tiger behind him.

Tigers are very clever and calculative. He knew that. But he was sure that the brown Mangani would be brave.

He looked into the eyes of the Mangani who was very calm.

He was sure that the Homeboy was communicating with him but he wasn't sure what.

Then at once, the tiger charged at him, but he bent and it jumped over him into the crushing arms of the Mangani.

His Homeboy.