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.
Okay, mother.
After eating the banana, Ambo went to play with the puppies. The mother dog had not yet returned and the puppies were becoming hungry and restless. They sniffed the hands of Ambo, licked his fingers. They tried to scramble up his breast to lick his mouth, but he brushed them down. Baldo laughed. He held the black-spotted puppy closely, fondled it lovingly.
Nana Elang, his mother appeared in the doorway with a hand full of straw. She called Baldo and told him to get some live coals from their neighbor.
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.
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...
No.
When Baldo came back with the rice straw and burning coals, his mother told him to start a fire in the stove.
There is the fire, mother. Is father awake already?