JANUARY NIGHT 2
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- From tomorrow on stop coming with me or the cold will get you. We'll get through the night somehow. This is the reward you get for farming. While we do the hard work somebody else gets the joy of it.
- You have to put up with just one more night. Tomorrow I'll spread some straw. You won't feel the cold.
- Come Jabra, Sleep on my lap!
- Am I in Heaven?
- Woof!! Woof-Woof!! Woof!!
- What happened, Jabra? Come back and Sleep! Whooee-uueet, Whooee-uueet!
- Jabra wagged his tail without getting up, protracted his whimpering into a long yawn and was silent. Halku reached out his hand and patted Jabra's cold back. Jabra looked at him with eyes overflowing with love. Jabra put his paws on Halku's knees and brought his muzzle close. Halku felt his warm breath. Halku lay down. Like some kind of witch the cold weather continued to torment him.
- Hmmm...Night would last another three hours or so.
- When he could no longer bear it he gently picked Jabra up and got him to fall asleep in his lap. The dog's body gave off some kind of stink but Halku, hugging him tight, experienced a happiness he hadn't felt in months. Jabra probably thought he was in heaven, and in Halku's innocent heart there was no resentment of his smell. He embraced him with the very same affection he would have felt for a brother.
- If I go and get a pile of leaves from the nearby mango grove, I can make a fire of them and keep warm. If anybody sees me gathering the leaves in the dead of night they'll think it is a ghost.
- Of course there's a chance some animal's hidden in my field waiting, but I can't stand sitting here any longer.
- Halku was not crippled by poverty yet. Rather it was as though this singular friendship had opened all the doors to his heart and brilliantly illuminated every atom of it. Suddenly Jabra picked up the noise of some animal. Springing up, he ran out of the shelter and began to bark. Halku whistled and called him several times. But Jabra went on barking.
- I couldn't stand it any more, Jabra. Come along, let's go into the orchard and gather leaves to warm up with. When we're toasted we'll come back and sleep.
- Another hour passed. The night fanned up the cold with the wind. Halku sat up. It seemed as though ice rather than blood filled his veins. He leaned back to look at the skies. How much of the night was still left! The Dipper had not yet climbed half the sky. By the time it was overhead it would probably be morning. Night would last another three hours or so.
- Close to Halku's field was a Mango grove. He wanted to get a pile of leaves from there and fire them to keep warm. He couldn't stand sitting in the cold any longer.
- He ripped up some stalks from a nearby field, made a broom out of them and picking up a lighted cowdung cake went towards the grove. Jabra watched him coming and ran to him, wagging his tail. Under the trees it was pitch dark; the bitter wind blew, buffeting the leaves, and drops of dew dripped from the branches.
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