BANABELLA
“Two days ago, I was playing with my sister Banabella in the woods surrounding my father’s hut. I was about tossing a stone to hit a swarm of ants which came out from a hole inside an anthill, when I heard the parrots calling my name. They mimicked it from Banabella, who, if not for the game that deafened my ears, may have called me several times. Hastily, I abandoned my friends and ran down to meet her. She held my right hand like her puppet, and ran, dragging me along, as she laughed loudly. The sound echoed in the trees. We both ran to father’s hut. My instincts told me that my father had inquired about my whereabouts because he had been eager to have a private discussion with me that day
Bab Populer