Saving Fish from Drowning - Heal Burma

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A PROMISING LEAD
Tonight the ragtag citizens of the jungle were grouped in front of
the television according to the hierarchy of the divine. The
twin gods sat in front, their grandmother between them. Black
Spot, his cousin, and other cohorts squatted in the second tier. The
women and children stood behind, and those with missing limbs sat
off to the side on mats. It was nearly time for the nightly rerun of
Darwin’s Fittest. My forlorn friends had not watched it over the past
days; the demands of malaria had required their total attention.
Black Spot and the old grandmothers motioned that their honored
guests should come join them. Mes amis declined. Instead, as had
become their routine, they seated their morose and silent selves on
logs and stumps by the campfire. Dwight sat next to Bennie. They
had had a rapprochement: Dwight had apologized for taking his ir­
ritations out on Bennie, and Bennie had admitted that he was not ad­