Little parrot, don't eat from this farm anymore, It belongs to my sister We were born of the same mother and, even though she left me in a dangerous place, she is my elder sister. She was looking for the road to the city, and at the same time, I came loose from the tree that held me. Mother, you requested that when you died I should plant a kola tree at the head of your grave, and plant a calabash at its foot, and that if I followed the direction in which it grew I would find my sister. I've seen her, I'm happy, she gave me a little sitompete and when I swallowed it I felt my vocal cords jump. Mother, my problems are over. I climbed up to pick a fruit and I said: "This is the first..." I hadn't even reached number six when the owner appeared throwing an ichóchono at me. I threw a spear at him. The ichóchono didn't hut me but my spear hurt him. The birds are sleeping and the animals too. Everything is sleeping except for you. Little darling, don't cry anymore. Your mother is going to bring a delicious vegetable ca**erole with the best ingredients and the little boy in the hut will bring you a little dream. Don't fall asleep when you're feeling angry or resentful. I love you.