| April 18th, t9o6 Slonim, Poland She only stopped screaming when she died. It was then thathe started to scream. The young boy who was hunting rabbits in the forest wasnot sure whether it had been the woman s last cry or thechild s first that alerted him. He turned suddenly, sensingthe possible danger, his eyes searching for an animal thatwas so obviously in pain. He had never known any animalto scream in quite that way before. He edged towards thenoise cautiously; the scream had now turned to a whine,but it still did not sound like any animal he knew. He hopedit would be small enough to kill; at least that would make achange from rabbit for dinner. The young boy moved stealthily towards the fiver, wherethe strange noise came from, running from tree to tree, feel-ing the protection of the bark against his shoulder blades,so/nething to touch. Never stay in the open, his father hadtaught him. When he reached the edge of the forest, he hada dear line of vision all the way down the valley to theriver, and even then it took him some time to realise that thestrange cry emanated from no ordinary animal. He con-tinued to creep towards the whining, but he was out in theopen on his own now. Then suddenly he saw the woman,with her dress above her waist, her bare legs splayed wideapart. He had never seen a woman like that before. He ranquickly to her side and stared down at her belly, quitefrightened to touch. There, lying between the woman s legs,was the body of a small, damp, pink animal, attached by |
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