The cub in front of the old baboon seemed unsure of himself… but Rafiki saw no reason why he should be. The mandrill laughed, holding onto his walking stick with both hands as he leaned against it. However, he then returned the friendly smile, though his was broad and lasting.

“Of course I look different!” He made a sweeping gesture to indicate all of the others walking about. “’Dey are themselves. And I am myself, just ‘de same as you are yourself.” His hand swept back to his chest to indicate himself, then pointed back at the meerkat-walker in front of him.

”And, eh-heh-heh! I am no newer here than I am anywhere else. However! I have not been in ‘dis place long. But how about you? How well do you know ‘dis place?” Rafiki looked around, then back at the cub expectantly.