Still, how will the animals know he arrived safely? Why, I’ll laugh like you, Hyena, says the boy. Of course. And we leave the story here, the boy back with his family, and the animals eager to get back to the relative safety of the watering hole, but waiting, anxiously, for the sign from the boy. And then they hear it, unmistakable, the mark of the pansy, fearless; that high and happy bark; that scavenger’s yelp. That queer cry of recognition, the unmistakable laugh of the hyena.”
