I stand with a group of men around a life-size statue of a man carved from ebony. I have to knock the statue on the head with a long pole, to keep it under control, perhaps even to destroy it. But the statue's huge wooden head swells and grows. It becomes so big that its neck ought to snap. But it doesn't. Instead a tooth grows out of the back of the statue's head and stabs into a passing monkey. The monkey scrambles away with the statue attached to it.

The men who are with me turn to me and laugh.

'That's what you get for keeping secrets,' they say, and proceed to tie me to a stake.