Early to bed when darkness falls, rising at dawn to tend to the waste; farming is truly exhausting, and it brings tears to my eyes to talk about it. Just as the daybreak begins, Chiwaco, a lifelong farmer, opens his eyes, climbing out of a bed made from hay. As soon as he gets up, he furrows his brow, grimaces, and cannot help but clutch one side of his mouth, tears streaming from the pain.
"Chief Divine, my tooth! It's truly a punishment! I should never have indulged in that bite of Old Woody's rabbit meat… oh, the pain!..."
Chiwaco, with a pained expression, rinses his mouth with water and then pulls out two pieces of cold bread from a clay pot. But just as he takes a bite, the pain makes him cry out.
"Oh! My father!..."
"Oh dear? Old Chiwaco, what did you just call me?..."
Cedar Shaman chuckles heartily, carrying that pine stick, and strolls into the cabin from outside. As he walks, he's chewing something, clearly up for a while already.
