The mandrill gave a little smile. “When you’re like what? Wit’out all of your memories?” Rafiki used his walking stick to point at the cub’s head.

“If others are weary of speaking of such ‘tings ‘demselves, ‘den it seems to me ‘dat having all of your memories doesn’t have any’ting to do with being sure or not sure.” He have a quick little nod, the white fur around his neck fluffing a bit.