Harold Babbit and his wife, Mamie, were both handsome and pretty. Harold always dressed like a Southern gentleman, wearing a string tie which displayed an Indian design of white, blue, red and black stones. Mamie, in her forties, was still displaying that quick fading adolescent charm and innocence.
He and his wife loved their place of assignment overseas. They enjoyed the afternoon rainbow reflection in the nearby emerald green surface of the dam. They were there to simply setup and run a vocational school.
Soon after arrival, Mamie innocently tried to inspire a sense of democracy in the local women by urging them to setup committees for planting flowers or erecting slides for their children in the square, but she was warned against it by their own authorities. She filled up her empty hours by reading, writing and entertaining local children in her house: giving them American lollipops, candies, cookies and fruit cakes.
One day Mr. Babbit saw a lamb grazing in his backyard. Seeing no one around, he repeatedly baaed. When the lamb replied, he tried to imitate the lamb more and more. This exchange of voices lasted for a couple of minutes.
Next day, his boss, having driven for three hours from the capital of the country, stopped at the front door of their house. It was much unexpected. Sitting round a coffee table, the new arrival, blurted out, "I'm afraid, you need to pack up immediately and go back to the capital for a new assignment in States." Being shocked, the couple asked, "Why? We like it here." The man replied, "The local authorities have been sending repeated wires to relieve you immediately. They claim you've blatantly and loudly insulted their saints. As a matter of fact, I reviewed your resume, but couldn't find any trace of your ability to speak the native tongue of these people so profusely."