Once upon a time… there was an 8-year-old little village boy —
— who taught me more about food… in a hungry village… than anyone else.
This eight-year-old — might as well have been a food biology professor.
He understood his environment, and what it could produce, and the conditions which fed him.
The boy was a double-orphan, and although his grandmother was alive, she was feeble and could not feed him.
Still, he thrived.
What fed him?
Not a fork, and certainly not a silver spoon,
— but a catapult — a sling-shot, which he wore around his skinny brown neck.
It was made of a tire which was cut into strings,
— and wrapped around a stick of the village hardwood, shaped like a wishbone.
He would go outside, and find small birds,
— aiming carefully with just a small granite stone.
His shot was clear, but his heart was also compassionate.
He would roast his dinner over simple fire.
Sometimes I think that this child is one of the smartest, and most compassionate in the world.
He is empowered.
I am afraid to write a post called, “How to Make a Catapult” — but — I am considering a post explaining, “How He Made a Catapult” and reduce all liability.
Pictured: One of the village boys made me a tambourine, knowing that I would not kill the birds, out of bottle caps smashed flat with granite rocks, and wire similar to the catapult this eight year old boy survived by.