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Once a man was walking down the road toward his village. He was not paying attention to anything around him. This man considered himself a scholar of life. He was always deep in thought. He liked to think about important things. He did not put his mind to ordinary problems. If it wasn’t impossible, or at least very complicated, he didn’t care about it at all.

This man spent all day looking out over the ocean, and he only noticed things he thought were useful. He didn’t notice the beauty of the ocean. The only things he considered were sharks and shipwrecks. He didn’t notice the clear blue sky. He was thinking about all the storms that must have been churning far away. He did not notice the wonderful songs of the birds. He only thought about how many of their nests had been robbed. He didn’t notice the playful animals swinging through branches or rustling in the grass. He only wondered whether or not the great cats were on the prowl. That was the kind of man he was.

As he walked back toward the village that day, he happened to pass a pile of bones. They were bleached white and they gleamed in the bright sun. He stopped and stared down at them. He was the sort of man who would stop to stare down at a pile of bones. The skull on the pile was resting above all the other bones, and it seemed to be watching the man just as intently as he was watching it.

The man reached out and picked up the skull. He held it one way and then another. He looked gravely into the empty eye sockets and said, “What brought you here, brother?”

“Talking,” the skull replied without much interest.

The man was so shocked, he dropped the skull and jumped back. He watched the skull for a few minutes before he managed to stammer out, “You can talk!”

“Yes,” said the skull. “Talking is very easy. All you have to do is open up your mouth and out it comes. Talking is easy. Finding something worthwhile to say is not.”

The man was amazed. He had never seen a talking skull before, let alone one that could spout such wisdom. “I must take you to the village!” the man exclaimed.

He scooped up the skull and ran as fast as he could. The villagers saw him coming, and a great many of them ran for their homes.

You see, he was the kind of man who was always getting busy people into useless conversations when there was work to be done. He never seemed to be quiet, and he never spoke about anything anyone ever wanted to hear.

As he entered the village, he called out to his neighbors, “Come quickly! I have something wonderful to show you!” No one came.

The man was so excited that he did not even realize that the few people in sight were moving away from him. “Put down whatever you are doing, everyone! I have a marvelous mystery to show all of you, the likes of which you have never before seen!”

When the man said the word “mystery,” you can be sure he got the attention of some of the villagers. They started poking their heads out of their houses. Women left their yams cooking, men put down their digging sticks, and children stopped their playing. They all began to gather around the man.

When he saw that he had everyone’s attention, he drew out the skull. He could not have prepared himself for what happened next.

Everyone stared at the skull for a moment. Then they all started yelling.

“Mama! What is he doing?” cried a little boy.

“How dare you bring that thing here!” his mother howled, waving a spoon.

“Somebody do something!” said another, clutching her child.

“Send him away!” demanded a third mother.

The men who still had gardening tools in their hands started waving them.

“Move out of the way!” yelled a man with a digging stick.

“Somebody get the chief!” said an old man holding his grandson’s hand.

There was so much commotion, the chief came to see what was happening.

“What is going on?” the chief roared. He was a very orderly chief, and he did not like all this yelling and brandishing of gardening tools in the middle of the village.

All the people were silent except for one villager. He stood up and pointed to the man with the skull.

“This man told us he had something to show us. Then he pulled out that awful skull. We thought he was trying to call the Dark Spirits to the village, and we were trying to stop him.”

“Oh,” said the chief, eyeing the man with the skull. “And were you going to call Dark Spirits to my village?”

“Certainly not!” the scholar declared, glad that the chief was there. He was sure the chief would understand this intellectual matter.

“Then what were you doing?” the chief asked with curiosity.

“Well,” the man said in a pompous voice, “I was on my way home from the ocean when I came across a pile of bones. On top of the heap was this skull. It spoke to me! I brought it here to share this wonder with the village.”

The chief did not look convinced.

“I’ll show you,” the man said, raising the skull so that it looked at the chief. “Say some