The former told a story. There was a young unmarried teacher at her school. She lived in the village and didn’t grieve until she was stolen from her back. Menti arrived, inspecting the crime site:

When was the time stolen?

Last night, two weeks ago.

Two weeks? What were you waiting for?

In the old new year it was...

It is an old custom to steal a cane from girls for extradition, and then to arrange a marriage and demand a ransom (bride) for a cane.

I thought I would get married...

Surprisingly, mint did not shake, but sympathetically knocked her on the shoulder and wrote something into the protocol.

I think it was the longest two weeks and the biggest disappointment.