Morning in Nagrebcan
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- It was sunrise at Nagrebcan. Before long the sun would top the Katayaghan hills, but as yet no people were around. In the grey shadow of the hills, the barrio was gradually awaking. Roosters crowed and strutted on the ground while hens hesitated on their perches among the branches of the camanchile trees. Stray goats nibbled the weeds on the sides of the road, and the bull carabaos tugged restively against their stakes.
- In the early morning the puppies lay curled up together between their mother’s paws under the ladder of the house. Four puppies were all white like the mother. The fifth puppy lay across the mother’s neck. On the puppy’s back was a big black spot like a saddle. The tips of its ears were black and so was a patch of hair on its chest.
- Baldo stood at the threshold and rubbed his sleep-heavy eyes with his fists.
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- The boy descended the ladder, leaning heavily on the single bamboo railing that served as a banister. He sat on the lowest step of the ladder, yawning and rubbing his eyes one after the other. Bending down, he reached between his legs for the black-spotted puppy.
- You are a foolish puppy. Foolish, foolish, foolish
- My puppy... my puppy
- Do not wave the straw in the wind. If you do, it will catch fire before you get home.
- Baldo! Get two or three burning coals and bring them home on the rice straw
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