The Remains of Qingqiu: Bureau 749

They asked me to identify a fox's bones and tell them what had killed it.

I said nothing, for memories were surging back like a rising tide.

I once taught that boy to make fire by drilling wood, but he used fire to burn down my mountain forest.

I once taught him to write, but in the history books, he branded me a "monster."

Now everyone is watching me, waiting for an answer.

How can I tell them that the dawn of human civilization began with... the murder of a teacher?