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Over the
course of our last two visits to the village, boys are creating quite a
stir. Firecracker season is upon us.
Moving like a pack of field mice, singularly or together,
they’re hard to apprehend. They’re sneaky, creating the big bang from
several secret passages. From these spots, the boys/mice launch an
assortment of surprises on passing cows, donkeys and old ladies (who promise
when the tables are turned to twist an ear or two)! 
Feeling more like an embedded reporter than a village
guest, the boys/mice allowed me to go on one of their maneuvers. I got a
first hand look, at first hand strikes. Between thin sprinkles of silence I
took these pictures, but soon the rude, horse voice of the fireworks did
their job again and again. I think a twisted ear or two is in order. |
