The Story Of The Makgabe Link

The warriors volunteered. The hunters volunteered. But each was too tall, too loud, or too proud. The stone ear admitted none of them.

She walked three days into the scorched lands. On the third night, she found the hill shaped like a sleeping eland. The stone ear was a slit no wider than her shoulder. She smeared ash on her skin to hide her scent from the spirits. She tucked the feather behind her ear to remind herself to be light. Then she pressed her body into the rock. the story of the makgabe

And in the villages of Botswana, when a child asks, "Mother, why does the meerkat always stand so still?" the answer is the same: The warriors volunteered