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Clinton had friends who were his age, Chris was one of them,he was a slightly older boy, street wiser and cunning, swift in the bush as a deer, he could mimic sounds of many animals and birds to lure them into trouble. He knew the in and out of every small animal and he taught Clinton a bit of his trade secrets including the skill of bending a stick into trap for small and giant rats. A kind of mentor, Chris arrived one morning, as soon as he sensed Clinton's mother was away to the farm. Clinton was at home with his visiting cousins.
"How many of you would enjoy roasted giant rats if I kill one now?", Chris asked clearly and even the boys could chorus and answer, he ordered "let's go, let's go now before your mother is back from the farm." And off the boys left, hunting for giant rats. Giant rats are omnivorous and nocturnal animals. They have a particular taste for Palm nuts. They feed as well on vegetation and insects. Chris of course, knew the best time to catch them, which was in broad daylight when they're taking their nap. That is when they're snoring deep in their dark underground bedrooms, sometimes give metres below the earth surface.
Today, the boys left by Chris,had to dig till the soil turned reddish, before they began to find droppings, nestling materials and traces of leftover dinner such as palm nuts, cassava chipping and dismembered insects. Digging deep down to the inner bedrooms of giant rats is hard work. Chris knee this better than any of the boys. So he came well equipped with a native technology that minimized the labour of digging, but remains all the same grueling. A clay pot with two holes was stuffed with thick an oily palm fruit chaffs. The idea was to choke and smoke out any stubborn rat that refused to come out in the course of digging. Giant rats has two entrance which are the emergency exit and the exit doors. The emergency exit was pinpointed by Chris and he assigned Clinton and his cousins to arm the exit. Their duty was to Stab and kill any escaping rat that would run for dear life.
As the rats chocked and grasp for breath, they were left with no choice than to run to their emergency exit. But in the attempt to kill the rats, Clinton nearly severed the right toes of one of his cousin. Sad! The rats were smarter by far, they all escaped to safety. Lucky rats! Unlucky hunters! They all went back home and said "everyday is not Christmas".
Another day,two giant rats and six new born babies were concerned in their homes by the team of Chris, Clinton and his cousins. They must join their ancestors today, come rain, come shine. And it came to pass. The team debated on what to do with the babies. Some wanted peppersoup of both parents and babies but Clinton suggested the babies be nurses as pets. He appointed himself as the nursing keeper and they all agreed. Clinton was then sent to fetch firewood for the barbecue of the parent rats. Before he returned, parent rats and babies had been disembowelled, salted and roasted to the sadness of Clinton. He was very grieved for the baby rats that's were still not old enough to open their eyes. To show his disapproval, he rejected his share of the rat barbecue. It took one of his cousin some efforts to alter his mood.
