We were driving along the highway from Moyamba to Bo when all of a sudden, my driver cried out, "Ah Bunge Di Squirrel!" He quickly pulled the car to the side of the road. We asked, "What?!!" but he kept on repeating the same phrase. He ran out the car, and by this time, we figured out that he had hit a squirrel. He must have ran at least a few hundred yards back to check out the squirrel. As he left the car, I yelled that he didn't have to worry about it and he can just leave it there. Little did I expect him to return to the car proudly holding the squirrel by its tail. He laughed as he told us how everyone from the nearby village was begging to have his dead squirrel. Before we could say anything, he threw it in the car on the floor of the driver's seat. We yelled at him to get it out of the car, but he said he was taking it to his brother so he can eat it. How kind of him. We decided it'd be okay, so we drove with this squirrel corpse and made him take a picture with it.
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