Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Playing chicken

There's a social taboo against going into people's houses. This is especially true with the children, who kneel in the doorway to make their requests.The other day Danger, the dog, chased a hen into our hut. She tangled with the mosquito net, ejected downy feathers all over our bed and danced around in my underwear with one of my bra straps around her leg. While we freaked out, Steven, who at ten isthe oldest of the orphans, strode in and grabbed the bird, taking the opportunity to glance around the forbidden territory he has seen only from the door.

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