Cuddly toy

Our day guard, Modeste, has been seriously ill with malaria. I went to visit him : his house is several kilometres away. When we came out, there was the inevitable group of children waiting and looking at me. One seemed to have a cuddly toy in his hands – strange, because they were barefoot and in rags, like most of the children in that area.
A closer look revealed that the cuddly toy was actually a dead mole.