we still remember a few words , because two twenties hunters fled into the jungle and lived through the war between the cities : `` it is true , lord serpent , lord mirror our darts and our blowgun pellets cut short the animal generations do not grow angry with us , do not hate us we are respectful , we give proper sacrifices the blood of the animal generations waters our tree , makes our children grow we do not take too many their lineages remain strong do not punish our children , our ancestors for the blame that is ours alone '' the fishermen are not talking people , and they grumble when they pray .