"Mr. Maricana, first!

Mr. Maelia is leaving. I glance at squirrels who hesitate but shake their ears tingly.

"I have a favor to ask you, beautiful lady"

I wonder what this squirrel is looking for. The leaves of the young green trees seem to be mocking.

"No offense to your husband. I was just tripping away for a little while."

In front of the mountain hut I was elucidating to Squirrel's wife. Mrs. Lisu, with both arms in front of her chest, has her cheeks swelled up poorly and pointed at her. Me with my head down.