The thin little boy looked to be about seven or eight years old. He was lying on the thatched cottage roof, staring at the sky.
Upon hearing his mother's call, he was about to get up, but accidentally, his balance faltered, and he fell straight from the rooftop.
Luckily, he landed right on the pile of hay below, thus avoiding injury.
Doggie seemed to be already accustomed to it. He patted his body, straightened his clothes, and ran home at a trot.
At the dining table, his mother, while serving Doggie food, chided, "Went to play at the east of the village again? I told you to stay away from that madman!"
Devouring his food, Doggie said nonchalantly, "I think Crazy Uncle is pretty nice. Not at all as scary as you say."
Doggie's father, accustomed to silence and having not spoken a word since the meal began, directly put down his chopsticks and slapped Doggie on the head upon hearing his words.