Kanga Pan: La charca embrujada de África | Episodio Completo

This is the kangaroo. Our water well. Our blood is vital. Our hogar. We gathered on its shores to escape the implacable heat. And satiate our unbreakable thirst during the hottest and driest months of the year. All animals must drink here to survive. But our lake is not as quiet as it seems. There is a horror that is coming. A murderer who hides in the shadows. Waiting patiently for the darkness of night to arrive. El cangapán is our oasis. Ubicado en el profundo de una fortaleza espinosa. It is located in the depths of a spiny fortress. It's the only source of water for many kilometers around. This is my family. We've been here for generations. Just like these little jugglers. I was born and raised here on the lake. Over the years he has earned the respect of the group. And now I am the leader of my troop. There are 30 members in my family. We are a relatively small troop. But we take very good care of each other. El nuestro is a bond that cannot be broken. And we protect each other at all costs. We spend our days drinking. Looking for food. Acicalándonos. What is it? And playing alongside the water. We only wish to have a peaceful and quiet life. We don't want to hurt anyone. And we welcome strangers to share our paradise with us. If they treat us with respect and kindness, we will always do the same. Here in Kangapan, life is a little different. We're quite happy with our limited water supply. We've learned to share our resources and live in harmony with each other. It is our own unique, wild and wonderful community. Composed of various coats, colors, sizes and skin. He saw many animals coming. But it's during the dry season when the population here increases enormously. The creatures, big and small, come to seek refuge at the water's edge. And I must confess, in this epoch it is quite full. This solitary male hippopotamus has been here in Kanga for as long as I can remember. For him, the hacinamiento can be a serious problem. Especially when he has to deal with his giant cohabitants, Like these African elephants. Constantly forced to abandon the deepest part of the lake. Now you must seek solitude in the shallower waters. You can't afford to risk getting hurt in a fight at this exhausting time of year. The light hours belong to us. Our feelings are safe, confident and totally satisfied. There is a great calm here. El Kanga Pan is our sanctuary. Los pájaros canantan. This is the last time. Los pequeños are playing. And you can find beauty all around us. Every day, without fail, the herds of elephants come down to drink. Drink our precious water by the gallon. And use even more to spray their enormous bodies. Surely they are the ones who waste the most water. But we dare not argue. Clearly, this little elephant still doesn't know what to do with the hose that he has at the end of his face. But you'll learn with time. Until then, we're all entertained with his strange drinking method. Yes, Kanga Pan is a special place. Where we find peace and tranquility during the day. If it weren't for the terrors that come with the night, it could almost be called paradise. But there's a wicked tormentor lurking nearby. We're staying here for the water. But we fear what might happen once the sun goes down. The night is dark and full of terrors. There's something out there. Looking at us while we sleep. Accept us when we move. We still don't know who he is. But it's always there. Alert every movement or whisper. Waiting for the right moment. Waiting patiently for his next victim. And the perfect opportunity to kill. It happened again last night. I could hear the screams. We can all do it. The cries of torture and death echoed in the lake. And we knew that another life had been snatched. But nobody saw anything. The lake that brought us life, now also brings death. The Night Slayer will be here soon. I can smell the hyenas. The dead in Kangapan are approaching. The light of the morning brings with it our comfort. But we must be careful. Every day more visitors come. But the enemy is following. The most recent murder has increased the sense of fear among us all. The emotions increase and the tensions grow. Even among those of our own species. The mood has changed. The residents of Kangapan are scared. There's a killer on the loose and no one knows when he'll strike again. We can't let our fear stop us from coming to the lake. We all need water and the lush vegetation around us where we find food. If we knew who the killer was, We'd know who's in danger and what measures we could take to protect ourselves. I need to find the killer to warn everyone. Perhaps we're all rushing to draw conclusions. Maybe too much sun has affected us. This could have been a natural death and the body was found by scavengers and eaten by them. But that doesn't explain the screams. Maybe one of us killed him without realizing who he was. Maybe they confused him with a predator in the night, A young elephant in the season of must Or some buffalo that jumped in the lake. Could it have been the hyenas themselves? We've never seen them so threatening before. Only the local cleaning crew, But he heard stories of them killing their own victims. However, they seem to be as nervous as the rest of us, Like they could also be waiting for the killer to return and claim his victim. No son of a bitch. No can be. There's another predator. I can feel it. Wait, wait, wait. I can smell it. It's here. The Eastern troop is sounding the alarm and heading for the trees. We must do the same. We're safer in the heights. Everyone, move out of here. Now I can see the danger. A young lion invades our water well in broad daylight. Could it be her? Could she be the murderer we fear? We've heard stories about the great lion packs that wander along the banks of the mighty Zambezi. That's your territory. El Kanga is ours. The Zambese River contains infinite amounts of water. And on its shores are abundant food. But the dangers that lurk there are too great for us. The lions there would kill even the strongest of the animals. We wouldn't have any chance against those ferocious beasts. That's why we stayed here, in our lake. There's always enough food and water for me and my family. But now it seems that the terrors of the Zambezi are coming to our home. The elephants don't seem to be worried. Perhaps they know they are bigger and stronger than any predator. They don't need to panic like the rest of us. If necessary, they will not hesitate to face their enemies. The hippopotamus is in his pool. I'm the alegra. At least it's not exposed. That is, we must keep ourselves firm. And show her that she's not welcome here. This lake belongs to us. But why is she here? And during the day, she must have had something to do with last night's death. Why else would you be lurking around our water well? We need to alert everyone. We can't let her torment us like this. We cannot allow her to instill fear in all of us and take over our precious kangapon. The hippopotamus was brave. I won't let him drink from his pool. I wish we could do the same. Here come the buffaloes. If only they had been here when the lion arrived, She would not have been a rival to a group of war-torn soldiers like them. We hate lions, but nobody hates them more than buffaloes. She's out of sight now, but I doubt she's gone forever. There's tension in the air. The smell persists and everyone is nervous. Seeing her here during the day has made everyone anxious. We're supposed to be safe when the sun is up. The neighbors are provoking each other out of frustration. Maybe he's trying to prove his strength so everyone can see it. Maybe she's still watching and no one wants to look weak. What's happening to us? We're facing each other. If we separate, we won't have any chance against the killer. We need to calm down, regroup and stay united. Los pájaros are lucky. They can just fly when things get tough. Your son is so much more precious. These cries of African jabiru were born here. They can fly, but rarely venture far from the lake. They're big enough to deter a depressed bird, so they have little to fear. They just wait all day for their parents to fly home and feed them regurgitated fish. When night falls, the young remain on the ground, watching each other's backs, quiet and silent on the water's edge. Are you brave or just stupid? We feel safer in the trees. Maybe they don't know what to fear or even know that there's something to be afraid of. Maybe they don't know there's a killer watching us. Acechando en las aguas poco profundas. This is the first time I've been to the ocean. As night falls, we must all face the darkness once more with the hope of surviving to see the light of day. Under the cover of darkness, what appears to be a tiny island of dry mud. In fact, it could be the disguise of something much more sinister. Los pájaros are not counting. They're walking towards a trap. Another victim. None of us saw exactly what happened, but all evidence clearly points to the crocodile now enjoying the loot. If there's any predator that waits for the right moment, it's him. Has he been the killer all this time? Los pájaros were too complacent. Too young to understand the consequences of staying on the lakefront overnight. Your brother is gone. And this young Jarabú is now alone. Is this your first experience of death? I don't understand that his brother will never wake up. He's confused. But that's how we all learn about death here. There's no one to explain it to us. Nobody can prepare us for that. One day it just happens. We're losing control of our water well. Every day there's a new threat to deal with as more and more killers rebel. Their bloodlust is beginning to claim our only sanctuary. All our feelings are threatened. I need to find out for sure who is responsible for these atrocities. I need to know who the killer is. O who are the sons of the assassins. The unknown is what we fear most. Los elefantes are invincible. They are the only ones who can defend us from our enemies. But even they get anxious when predators visit the lake. The wild dogs are a great danger to us. They captured many of our kind in the past. But they do not represent a threat to these giants. Cazan de dia, so at least we have a chance to see them coming. They are the smallest and most vulnerable of all the large carnivores. And by night? They too, like us, are afraid of the same bloodthirsty monsters. Predator or prey, it seems none of us are safe. There are eyes everywhere. We can feel them clapping us with their eyes. Once again, we are not alone. They're everywhere. Los asesinos. What are you doing? There is no doubt that the darkness belongs to them. But we're smart, we climb trees and stay out of their reach. This is how we survive. Most of them can't reach us here. But those who remain below, near the water's edge, are always at risk. Another coup. And this time, we all saw it. Now we know who the culprits are. We should have known from the beginning. Of course they were the Lions. She wasn't alone that day. Maybe the rest of her pack sent her as an explorer to choose their next victim. Looks like they've been here the whole time. Taking advantage of the weak and unprepared, the old man gave a great fight. And at least he showed that none of us should be taken lightly. Obviously, a single Impala wasn't enough for them. We had to look for bigger prey. And he was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. This little one is too close. That won't please the Lions. It's better to go back to the herd and not pay attention to the buffalo remains. Los leones are always atentos, observing. But she's fascinated by the corpse. This must be the first time I've seen death. She is too curious. The herd must move on. The adults are safe, but the juveniles could still be a target. Get out of here, and never look back. Maybe it's time to leave the camp. And find a new refuge by the Zambezi river. Some of my troops have already gone. I pray that they are safe in the alluvial plain and that nothing worse has happened. At least by the river we have more eyes at ground level. More protection between prey species. It will be harder for the lions to reach us. The elephant males are the kings of the alluvial plain. Allí, the lions are afraid of the giants. If we stay close to them, we might be protected. The buffalo are also formidable. They're powerful and have experience in battles. The abundant supply of water and food has strengthened the animals of the alluvial plain. But there are other threats to us. More mortal than the ones here. The Zambezi wild dogs are known for hunting and killing actively for the loss of our species. We wouldn't have any chance against them in the open plains. Besides, the voyage to the river is long and treacherous. Surely the young men of my troop would not succeed. No, we must stay and defend our beloved homeland. At least now we know who the killers are. The villains who have been tormenting us. From now on we'll be ready. We'll lose them when they're close. We'll put sentinels to watch while we look for food. We must unite once again, unite against this evil. We must watch them day and night. Alert everyone so that those who have the strength can face them. And those who can't fight, can put a salvo. We have already saved lives. Without our warnings, this kudu would have been killed. Soon they will get tired of hearing my voice as I warn everyone that danger is near. Everyone will know where they are, what they're doing and where they're going. I'll make sure of it. It won't be long before they realize they have to leave here. Now that we're uniting between species to protect ourselves. There will be no more dinners for them here. But there is another danger. Something we can't control. Our water is decreasing. And the lake is drying up. Every year, the dry season gets longer and longer. We hope the skies open and relieve us of this sweltering heat. But that hasn't happened for many weeks. We don't understand why the rains haven't come yet. And without them, the tensions will continue to rise. But this is not the time to turn one against the other. We must all remain united now more than ever. I knew it. I knew I'd gotten too close. I knew they'd be watching her. It was too small. Too naive to defend yourself. The females must have asked for help and called their two resident males to attack the little elephant. Having managed to kill a prey of this size, means they will stay here for several more days. We haven't got rid of them yet. But the storm clouds are brewing. I hear you in the distance. Could it be? Could this be what we were all waiting for? It's been so many months since we were last blessed by the heavens, I barely remember the feeling of cold water on my face. And the smell of the enriched earth absorbing everything it can. For some, this will be the first time they experience such a magnificent sensation. You're getting close. Finally the rain came. The first rains have arrived. The moment couldn't be more perfect. The other water wells will also start filling up and the rebaños will start to leak. This means the lions will go with them. They always follow the big boys. Finally we will be free from his anguish. We'll have our home back. And once again, we will be safe to live in harmony and happiness. The water level has risen. The plants are blooming and my family has survived the killers. For us, it seems from now until the next dry season, we'll be safe. I am old and finally able to spend my last days in peace in our beautiful paradise. Soon you will have food in abundance and plenty of fresh water to drink. I'm tired of it. My bones are tired, so I'll rest here tonight, by my lake. No need to waste more energy climbing the tall trees tonight. Kangapan is safe now. My family is safe. I'm in the safe. Subtitles by the community of Amara.org