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Right In The Hart Of The Africn Jungel A Small Wite Man Lives. Now There Is One Extraordinary Fact About Him That He Is The Frind Of All Animals.

There Is No First World And Third World. There Is Only One World, For All Of Us To Live And Delight In.

All Over The World The Wildlife That I Write About Is In Grave Danger. It Is Being Exterminated By What We Call The Progress Of Civilization.

Erosion, Desertification, And Pollution Have Become Our Lot. It Is A Weird Form Of Suicide, For We Are Bleeding Our Planet To Death.

Among The Myrtles The Mantids Moved, Lightly, Carefully, Swaying Slightly, The Quintessence Of Evil. They Were Lank And Green, With Chinless Faces And Monstrous Globular Eyes, Frosty Gold, With An Expression Of Intense, Predatory Madness In Them. The Crooked Arms, With Their Fringes Of Sharp Teeth, Would Be Raised In Mock Supplication To The Insect World, So Humble, So Fervent, Trembling Slightly When A Butterfly Flew Too Close.