We park our jeep at the quarry, lock it and leave to explore the local
wildlife. After walking to the far end of the quarry we look down and
see the car surrounded by youngsters.
Taking a closer look through
binoculars, our guide watches and listens intently whilst the youngsters
perform a song and dance to mock us. One child in particular is
shouting and wiggling his backside at us. We continue on our walk and
later meet one of the youngsters who swears blind that he was not one of
the ones mocking us; however he says he knows who was.
Our guide starts
to berate him and says he will discipline the perpetrator. When we get
back to the car, the young mob has melted into the grassland, however we
catch up with them suddenly on the track and the guide jumps out. The
youngster we had talked to above the quarry seizes a dusty kid who
starts screaming and wriggling furiously before getting away and running
to a nearby compound.
We drive up to the compound's wooden stockade and
confront the dusty kid's parents. The father is shouting and wielding a
large stick above the shrieking kid's body. The guide explains to the
kid's mother that her son has said unspeakable things about his mother's
private parts. The father waves us away and, flourishing the stick,
says his discipline is in hand.
Here's a pic of kids up-country (not the ones in this story):

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