Morning in Nagrebcan
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- It was sunrise at Nagrebcan. The fine, bluish mist, low over the tobacco fields, was lifting and thinning moment by moment. A ragged strip of mist, pulled away by the morning breeze, had caught on the clumps of bamboo along the banks of the stream that flowed to one side of the barrio. In the grey shadow of the hills, the barrio was gradually awaking.
- KUKU-KOOKOO!
- CHIRP!
- MEEEH!
- In the early morning the puppies lay curled up together between their mother’s paws under the ladder of the house. Baldo, about ten year old boy, stood straight on his bony legs.
- Baldo descended the ladder and bended down to reach for the black-spotted puppy. He held it to him, stroking its soft, warm body. The four other puppies awoke and came scrambling about Baldo’s legs.
- My puppy. My puppy.
- You are a foolish puppy
- Foolish, foolish, foolish
- He put down the blackspotted puppy and ran to the narrow foot bridge of woven split-bamboo spanning the roadside ditch. When it rained, water from the roadway flowed under the makeshift bridge, but it had not rained for a long time and the ground was dry and sandy. He whistled, a toneless whistle with a curious trilling to it produced by placing the tongue against the lower teeth and then curving it up and down. The whistle excited the puppies; they ran to the boy as fast as their unsteady legs could carry them, barking choppy little barks.
- arf! arf!
- Nana Elang, the mother of Baldo, now appeared in the doorway with handful of rice straw.
- Get two or three burning coals and bring them home on the rice straw. Do not wave the straw in the wind. If you do, it will catch fire before you get home.
- There is the fire, mother. Is father awake already?
- When Baldo came back with the rice straw and burning coals, Nana Elang alreadywashed the rice and put it in a pot whichshe placed on the cold stove. She made ready the other pot for the mess of vegetables and dried fish.
- Start a fire
- Not yet
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