The baby clung to his dead mother.
Surrounded by the mutilated bodies of his family,
hacked, dismembered, bloody.
The gang had come at dawn with guns and machetes, sparing none.
He lay silently, they hadn't seen him, he was spared.
the ranger picked up the orphaned gorilla and put him in the truck.
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