We were bowling along in our little truck [in the countryside of Southern Rhodesia] with some idea of inspecting a colony of baboons which I was curious about. We found a tribe of about fourty and were walking about trying to get near enough for some pictures when it struck me, seeing some for the first time at close quarters, that their teeth were not unlike the tusks of elephants. Furthermore I perceived that if they were to take a dislike to you in this wild, unearthly place, they would, in the words of the poet, "unseam you from the nave to the chops".
"You know", I remarked to my friend, keeping my prey in the viewfinder but sidling backwards, "they look very dangerous." He made no comment, but replied pithily: "Into the truck, quick!" We jumped in and drove off fast. I turned my head and saw the entire baboon nation rushing down the road in our dust. "Faster!", I shrieked. "They are after us!"
The road at that moment dipped through a slight depression with banks of earth on either side. As we entered it there was a crash of tearing vegetation and a thud on the hood above our heads. This was followed by clattering, scything and hissing noises and I exclaimed: "My God, they've reached the car! We are going to be torn to pieces!" My friend replied, "That's not baboons, it's a leopard riding with us." That didn't seem to me to alter the case much, but he went on: "I expect he's had some of their kids, and now they want vengeance." However, I wasn't sure the baboons would regard us as neutral in this matter, and it was a great relief when the leopard sprang off again, and the posse of baboons veered off in pursuit of him.
Source:
Lee, Christopher: Tall, Dark and Gruesome (1997), p. 110f
Further Reading:
It really makes you wonder how many stories similar to this that we have never heard, because they ended differently.