The Colombian sloth cartel: where's your boss?

"there's a baby!" says a loud cry. The hairball is a lazy mother with a baby in her arms.

One last stroke of machete, and the branch splits and falls, slowed down by branches and foliage. Men rush to raise the branch. The mother clings to her, with her eyes wide open, squeezing her newborn against her chest. Slowly moves his free arm in an arch, as if he created a shield around his body. Men remove his arm to see the baby.

Too small, they say. If they catch him now, he'll die.

They take the sloths back to the base of the tree, and the mother, with her baby still holding tight, runs up to a safe place.

I had no idea a sloth could move so fast.