My father sent me to our farm to harvest cassava. As I got there I saw a boy who was there before me. He was harvesting the cassavas into a bag on his back. I stood far, stared at him and wondered; Ahn, ahn, did my father send two people? No o, I said to myself, this must be a thief. He is a thief. I concluded and tip toed down to him and caught him. What are you doing here? I asked. He replied; A strong wind blew me here. What are those cassavas doing in your hands? I asked. I was holding unto them, he said, so that the wind will not carry me any further. Okay, I said, why is this bag on your back?. He replied; That is what I was wondering before you came.
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