"If improvisation is to tell stories, the best results will be twisting, turning stories like these. The words, or the music, carefully inscribe possibility, not outcome. The stories you end up remembering will be ones that leave you room to breathe, space to create. Consider this tale from Zimbabwe:

"There was a young mother who went to work in the fields.
She left her baby close by in a tree.
The baby cried; she could not keep working.
She couldn't get back to the fields,
as she kept going back to the child.

An eagle saw what was happening
and flew down over the field,
its great wings flapping down into the branches.
The eagle watched over the baby,
kept him safe, never let him cry.
The woman sowed seeds in the field.

At night she told her husband what had happened.
'Impossible!' he said, and went out the
next day to see for himself.
He saw the bird swoop down,
and he became afraid.
Frightened, he shot an arrow, aiming for the eagle.
The bird took off,
and the arrow killed the child.

Ever since that day,
murder has been in the world.

"Ah, so that's why. Murder is in the world because we are afraid. We do not trust the animals to look after us, to consider our needs. We do not, for that matter, trust anything out of the ordinary, or anyone that seems different from us, anything we don't think we know. That's how animosity breeds. That's when tragedy strikes."