The day was a good one. Dimor was very worried. She had kept all the fish in the basket, working towards salting them. Soon she heard a siren call.
She went up to Sado and told him to keep an eye on the fish. She rushed out of the house. The siren was calling her. She was walking against a blistering breeze.
Sado called out to her: "Where do you go Dimor!"
"To the siren call."\
Dimor pulled up her skirt. The breeze was now blowing up into a full-blown gale.
Hailstones started falling all about her.
She went by into the corner of a road by the bend sat down and joined her hands in prayer.
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