The monkeys were still hyped up and upset.  They were being relentless about swinging his bamboo prison cage back and forth...over...and... over...and over again.  It was an endless poking, prodding and slapping session.

Elaka's ego was beyond sorely bruised from the continuous strikes...hits...and blows from the monkey hands and feet and the sticks that they were slapping and poking at him with.  As if they were punishing him and scolding him like a bratty child.

Elaka felt things he had felt...as well as so many emotions that he had never felt before.  Looking glass Elaka could do nothing but watch the disgracing scene going on out there beyond the looking wall that he was shut away in.

His anger and frustration rose higher than ever and finally escalated so high...that Elaka exploded and uncontrollably as he beat his fists on the wall.  His hard powerful hits did nothing but bloody his knuckles from the extreme punches he landed.

It enraged him to see the other Elaka bested and belittled by a huge pack of monkeys angered him to no end.  Totally stuck...caught up...and captured in this jungly woods' nightmare.

Elaka would have rather had his head bashed in and crushed to smithereens...and went out with honor with his pride intact...than be pushed to the limit by a multitude of monkey butts!!!  Yes...aggravating...noisy...pesty...poking...prodding...monkey butts!!!

Priscilla lied her sister child Tukia down inside the root doctor's hut.  She had tears streaking down her face as she looked up into the old...old...wizened eyes of the root doctor named