Olivia narrowed her eyes at her grandmother as her mind went into a wormhole of confusion. "But Grandma, isn't that Aesop's Fable? It should be a donkey, not a carabao, right?"
A hearty laugh filled the room, sending good vibrations that reached to the hallway outside, making the servants in waiting smile.
Back inside the bedroom, Matriarch Lin looked at Maxen and urged for back-up, "Oh, was it a donkey?"
Not well-versed in poetry and literature, Maxen scratched the skin on top of his eyebrows. He didn't want to look stupid, but he really didn't know the answer.
Seeing Maxen's plight, Matriarch Lin came to his aide and said, "Well, we don't have a donkey in Nisia. We only have carabaos, that's why Grandma has to improvise."
Patting the back of Olivia's hand, Matriarch Lin urged the former to answer her rhetorical question. "So what's the moral of the story? Come on now."
