Prologue (8)

"You again? The stalking lumberjack!" The young maiden with the Kaba growled, standing on top of the logger who was lying on the ground.

"Suzie, what's going on over there?" A voice from inside the house asked her.

"Big momma, it's that shady lumberjack who terrified me last time in the forest when I went there to pick up mushrooms for the dinner soup," she explained loudly to the old lady.

"What? Did he dare set foot onto our property? No way! I'm coming outside to whoop his bottom," Grandma said in fury and fire. Then she rose off her rattan chair and met her granddaughter and the woodsman outdoors.

At the same time, a man rushed out from the other twin house where the logger had first tried to sneak in.

"Suzie, what is the matter darling?" He enquired while running toward her.

"Uncle Bibi, look at the man over here. He is a lumberjack. He was spying on me. The first time I caught him red-handed in his dirty activities, was in the forest. And today he dared come onto our property. He was peeping through the window using the now broken brick," she explained to her late mother's senior brother.

"Wait a minute! I must be dreaming. Someone should wake me up, please!" Uncle Bibi, his glasses off, reacted to the discovery he was about to reveal.