Kakúy part. 2
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- Mmm...Yes
- Could you help me to collect murumuru's honey?
- I will go alone, I could climb further than the hive if I wanted.
- If you insist, I will accompany you. We must help each other.
- It can not be climbed. The trunk is very wide and the hive is too far up. It's almost impossible. It's better if we forget about it and go home.
- The brother was so sick of his sister that he decided to make a plan to her would change the way she treated him. First, he entered deep into the jungle to look for a hive of Murumuru, a type of small bee known for its irritating sting and delicious honey. In the end, the brother found the perfect honeycomb on top of a big tree.
- Kákuy, turay…Kákuy, turay...Kákuy, turay...
- He returned to the hovel to ask his sister to help him collect the honey. Disinterested, she accepted to help him, and together they entered the jungle, leaving the small hovel behind.
- When they reached the big tree, the boy examined it part by part. Once they were ready to collect the honey, the boy asked his sister to cover up her face to protect her from the murumuru’s stings.
- As she was afraid of the bees’ attack, she took off her shawl to cover herself. But after a strange and long silence, she realized that her brother was gone, leaving her alone at the top of the tree. In her panic, she looked for her brother. It was at that precise moment the murumuru started to attack. She tried to go down the tree, but to her surprise, her brother had removed all the branches of the tree. Desperately, she prayed and she wanted to say between her tears
- Which means: “Stay with me, my brother.”
- In the night, the sister was completely wounded by the stings of the murumurus. When she was alone, she begged to the gods to be converted into a bird so she could look for her brother. The gods listened to her and when she was transformed, she realized how little she could fly: from tree to tree, from branch to branch.
- While she flew, she pleaded through her song for her generous brother to come back. Until today, the profound silence of the Chaco night is broken by the languid song of the bird. The people say that nobody has seen the bird due to the fact that it hides during the days and goes out to look for food during the night. Nevertheless, everyone assures to have heard it proclaim its presence with its sad song, drowning the Bolivian night in bitterness by doing so.
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