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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. Before long the sun would top the Katayaghan hills. but as yet no people were around.
- In the early morning the puppies lay curled up together between their mother's paws under the ladder of the house. The mother trotted away and disappeared beyond the house of a neighbor.
- My puppy, My puppyYou are a foolish puppyFoolish, foolish, foolish
- Baldo, about ten years old and stood straight on his bony legs, descended the ladder. After descended the ladder bends down, reached for the black-spotted puppy. He held it to him, stroking its soft, warm body. He rubbed his face against that of the dog.
- The whistle excited the puppies, they run to Baldo as fast as their unsteady legs could carry them barking choppy little barks.
- Baldo run to the narrow foot bridge of woven split bamboo spanning the roadside ditch. He sat on the bridge, digging his bare feet into the sand. feeling the cool particles escaping between his toes.
- Nana Elang, the mother of Baldo, now appeared in the doorway with handful of ricestraw. 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.
- Nana Elang must have been thirty, but she looked at least fifty. She was a thin, wispy woman, with bony hands and arms. She had scanty, straight, graying hair which she gathered behind her head in a small, tight knot. It made her look thinner than ever. Her cheekbones seemed on the point of bursting through the dry, yellowish-brown skin. Above a gray-checkered skirt, she wore a single wide-sleeved cotton blouse that ended below her flat breasts. Sometimes when she stooped or reached up for anything, a glimpse of the flesh at her waist showed in a dark, purplish band where the skirt had been tied so often.
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