Baboon

The chief worked at his desk with opened windows. In the nearest tree a huge quarrel of baboon males was making much noise. The chief caught a rifle and aimed the tree not the animals. The chief fired the rifle and the baboons fled of the tree. But a little baboon fell to the ground pierced by the bullet. What the chief described, after this, it is painful, it’s heart-breaking. The baboon's mother didn’t flee. The baboon's mother came to the ground, caught the little, the young, and made a high-pitched clamour, crying, screaming and shrieking that impressed the chief very much. The chief from this time forward never shot these animals.