Tonight, the dark shadows

Are out, for there is moonlight tonight.

The children are set on

Weaved mats, while their minds

Are patiently waiting for the old storyteller

To proceed out of his hut.

They wait about an hour

In their tolerant impatience.


All they see is a fluctuating light

From inside the hut. It’s dimming.

The children wish to peep, but they can’t.

They reminisce that the old storyteller

Had once told them a story about

A boy that...