"Three days ago, in the middle of the night, a sudden knock
came at our door. We all got up, and my father opened the door. There
stood a group of men with guns and machetes. They seemed very angry. Their
hands were balled into fists, and their eyes were flashing anger. They
ordered my family out of our home.
"We know you have been hiding people. Where are they?" the leader said
to my father.
"They ran away two days ago," my father answered. The leader pointed a
finger at my parents, then two men violently grabbed them.
"Do not kill my son," pleaded my mother. "Let him go. He is innocent."
yelled Mom. Dad was lost and silent. The men dragged them to a nearby
field. I watched them from a distance from the top of a tree I had climbed.
They argued with my parents. Then I heard some snapping sounds and saw
my parents fall. The men walked back to our home. I heard the leader order
his men to find me. They looked for me and walked several times by the
tree where I was hiding, but I kept quiet. They finally walked away. I
decided to spend the day in the tree. I was afraid the men would come
back. The following night I ran away as fast as I could.
" Mutoto was upset after telling his story.
"The land around our park is at war," said Mukuru to Majii.
"From Mutoto's story, it sounds like the people of the country around
this park have gone crazy," said Majii.
"You are right," responded Mukuru. "Yet, I have been watching them since
I was a kid. They always seemed so peaceful."
"This war seems to be destroying its people and the environment," said
Majii. "How do you feel about it, Mukuru?"
Mukuru was silent, thinking.