The Three Baboons
11.17.2008 Greetings,
Speaking of 40,000 year old primates, then, one day he saw three baboons. They were part of a Russian tribe living in his neighborhood. This is how it happened around dawn.
A blond corn-plaited hairy one stuck her head out of a 5th story window and spit. She watched the spittle fly past trees and SPLAT! on the pavement.
She looked around and they saw each other. She smiled. Her upper teeth were small and sharp. She started jabbering in her strange language. Her sounds, her words were questions. She wanted to know something.
Here is a rough translation.
“Where do you come from?”
“Are you alone?”
"Do you have money?"
“Do you want sex?”
She made many sounds but that’s the essence. Baboon language is simple and direct.
He just stared at her and smiled. She smiled. They smiled at each other.
She disappeared. A moment later she returned with two friends. One had dark hair, very hard eyes and big floppy breasts. She shook them side to side while speaking to him.
“Look at these watermelons,” she said.
They were heavy fruit.
Another baboon joined them. She was blond with sapphire eyes and straight hair with short spiked bangs. Her oval face smiled and she stuck out her tongue. A shiny silver post glistened from the middle. Laughing like a child, she rolled her tongue around, up and out like a little snake. Every now and then a snake needs to find a cave.
She appeared to be the most playful one in the group.
All three stared at him and jabbered again, making suggestions and questions with their inarticulate yet clearly understood sounds.
“Where are you from?”
Blah, blah, blah.
“How old are you?”
"Do you have money?"
“Do you want sex?”
The plaited hair one got halfway out on the narrow balcony and crouched down, opening her legs. She started riding an imaginary wild mustang. Her eyes and face assumed a state of ecstasy.
The one with hard eyes started gesturing with her hand, massaging empty space. He stared at this spectacle and smiled.
They laughed. The power of suggestion.
The silver posted one kept smiling and flicking her tongue in and out, like breathing.
They were full of energy and wanted some action. Such amazing, funny and strange wild baboons!
Metta.
