The art of the joy

A couple of days ago I saw a documentary , which told a story of hunting a crocodile. The whole story took place in a small village in Madagascar. This was a crocodile killer  who settled down in the channel running to the village ; the place very useful to villagers and where children used to play , in the water. Because the monster caused death , the local authorithies gave permition to kill the animal. So professional , armoured hunters came and started the hunt. After a few days of seeking, observing and choosing right tactic, the hunters decided to kill the crock at night , when the reptile goes hunting. Nearly four metres long , it wasn't an easy task , as they had to shoot from the boat . But the mission was succesfull.
In the morning , the hunting crew took the crock from the water and started show ; everybody had to see that crocodile was death , unable to make any more trouble to people of the village. And villagers were extremely happy ; everybody was crowding to see and touch the crock ; even small children were allowed to clap scaled body. But that wasn't the end - as the monster was being carried from the bank to the village, the crowd was cheering , dancing and singing. And the hunters themselves were happy that they could be useful and made people happy. There was a sheer fiesta , village people were spewing the joy and relief . No more fear , the water was for use without limit . No fear the crock could kill again.

I thought to myself that their spontaneous joy was something amazing - unimaginable for dwellers of modern, industrial areas. If this reptile was killed , let say on Florida or somewhere in Australia , people would say "good job" and everybody would get back to everyday chores. But for these villagers that was the reason for a big celebration . More important than hundreds matters of our world. And what was remarkable , for them it wasn't  another case of victory over the world of dangerous animals and elements. They weren't revengful to body of crocodile - only joyful.