SHTTING IN THE shade of a jackalberry tree, young mum Meg cradled the lifeless body of her first infant, three-month-old Morogo. But he wasn't the only casualty: the little pink faces of Sara, Tally, Xigera and Ash were all missing. Dependent on their mothers for food, transport and protection, they would be helpless on their own and were almost certainly dead. Someone - or something - had been killing the infants of this b57aboon troop.
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