What a hero!

This is a true story. One day the chief had an affair with another European. The chief got the lorry and drove as far as the home of the European man. This man was relaxed under a shadowy tree and on a good cane-chair. His child played here and there, there and here!

The chief talked a long while with this man. At the end, the chief bade farewell to him and made for the lorry. When the chief was almost starting the engine, his intuition gave warning that something was wrong. But what and where? Immediately he thought: where is the child that was playing here and there? The child went away? Or no? Yes or no? Where it is the child?

The chief never started the engine and got off the car. The chief paced to and fro around the car his intuition, his instinct, still giving him warning. Finally the chief after look for the child around and about the lorry, the chief bent and peered the tires.

Oh my God! Oh my God! Said the chief. The child mounted the tire!! The child is hiding under the mudguard of the tire and mounting the tire!!

I say: to shoot lions is nothing compared with the instinct of the chief.

This is the intuition, the class and the rank of a hero!!!

The chief always will be my hero!!