Last week Alan described a strange virus that swept through all of the animals in his village – the squirrels died first, then the dogs, and the brindled monkey became quieter and weaker and then finally closed its eyes too. He buried it with his stepson, and they put chrysanthemum flowers on the top of he grave.
In a letter from D’Arcy Thompson to his grandfather –
“Additions to my museum are numerous. Within the last week I have had a porpoise, two mongooses, a small shark, an eel 8ft long and 150lb in weight, a young ostrich and two bagfuls of monkeys: all dead of course.”