Part 2(4)

Someone banged repeatedly at the door.

"Suzie, open, darling! It's me, uncle Bibi. Are you safe?" Uncle Bibi's voice resonated from outside.

"Oh, oh, talk of a Monster and he will surely appear," the young Miss Suzie told her nanny while rushing to unlock the door.

Like a mad buffalo, uncle Bibi entered the house and walked around to detect any suspicious movement.

"Thank our ancestors! You are all fine," Uncle Bibi exclaimed relieved, his eyes heaved to the sky, and the palms of his two hands stuck against each other.

"Bibi, was it that bird of ill omen that was howling?" Grandma asked her son while displaying a sign of anxiety on her face.

"But it can't be. It was beheaded by Babida the lumberjack," she went on, answering hence her question.