He is only learning to write now. Little pigs grunt for food and in the excitement of signing, a huge pan of corn that had been painfully shelled that day by the entire family so that on the next day it could be ground up for Realengo bread, a thick corn mush, fell to the floor. All the children scrambled to save it from the assault of the greedy pigs. The mother pig outside with a brood of very thin tiny young, screams for her share. A horse sensing food, winnies.
Doves begin chortling and bristling around one's very legs.
The whole room is humming and what kernals are not saved, are scooped up and guzzled by the noisy pigs. Hunger is here, it was here all during the evening meal of flame and malanga but no one is paying attention to it. This is a small hut. They talk too much of what is going on in the world. They know too much to be alone.