It was the usual start of day in Nagrebcan. Baldo had just woken up and played with his favorite puppy, the black spotted one among the five.
Baldo went back outside to play with the puppies. His brother, Ambo, just woke up and was eating an unpeeled banana.
The sun had risen high above the Katayaghan hills, and warm, golden sunlight filled Nagrebcan. The mist on the tobacco fields had completely dissolved.
Baldo leave to buy coal
There is the fire, mother. Is father awake already?
But the skin is tart. It tastes bad.
You foolish boy, remove the skin.
You are not eating it.
I will not. It is not your banana.
Ambo played with the other puppies, but he soon grew tired of them. He wanted the black-spotted one. He sidled close to Baldo and put out a hand to caress the puppy nestling contentedly in the crookof his brother’s arm. But Baldo struck the hand away...