The whistling sound of the wind gliding through the leaves pokes him in his resting place. His eyes slowly open, with the awning of foliage above him. \u201cIt\u2019s time to go home,\u201d he says. He picks up his cutlass, wears his boots, alerts his little canine and the hike down begins.<\/p>\n
He calls out to her, in a sound only his kind knows. Following the notes he made, she made her way back to him. She comes holding a calabash which was initially used to carry their water. Her minute clothes were covered in dirt from the same land she helped him cultivate. Only this time, she was playing Make-Believe. He scolded her for being careless and handed her two sacs full of harvested cocoa. They made their journey down, with the dog in front and him at the back.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"