The fasting of the wolves.

Sitting at the window, chirping, chuckling:

'Where is our sheep? Why not today '

Laman put his finger, Grandpa wiped his wet eyes,

Then Bokhu opened his mouth, took his hand and mustache:

'Mummy sangathe bheru tamaro, gayo che gam,

To take 'gossip,' is called mame. '

Mini-Kabar-Parrot sitting, all around,

'Come on Munno, we are fasting.'

- Sun grandfather