Chapter Thirty Two
Macumba releases her pet’s collar and ankle tether then begins to spray away the odorous mud caked over his entire body.
“Another visit to the village my pourceau,” Macumba announces.
A freed David, grateful for the ability to move, shuffles forth from the pit of wet and black muck.
Macumba’s cheer grows as she views David’s obsequious reaction to the simplest of kindnesses... he meekly licks her hand.
Macumba laughs and steps back to direct the hose. David squirms and rolls about, gratefully exposing every inch to the cooling deluge, glad to be rid of the feel and smell of that which protects him from the sun during the day and the relentless African mosquitoes at night. Macumba dries David’s form then slaps his buttocks to direct him toward the Land Rover. There
