Visitors are interesting people. They always fall into stories. They came to us from a large land. The next day, the three mouths were broken and the finals. Not drunk, not drunk. Yesterday we went for a walk around the village, we went near the river, we watched the helicopter fly. We wrapped his hats. He gave a circle and sat next to us. The men of Kakieto jumped out and ran to us. What happened? We say nothing. How nothing? Why the Mahal? Just so. Oh just so. They beat us, we asked why. They say you won’t go like that another time. We also wanted to beat, but sadly these fools became. Only laughed.