"Come here, come here…. Let me tell you what happened to you," Namara whispered seriously. She looks like an old lady who likes to gossip.
People began to move closer to Namara. "Come on say it!"
Finally, Namara spoke again. "Have you ever heard of the cows on the palace farm dying strangely?"
"No. We only know that the cows in the clan palace have been slaughtered for the feast. However, we don't know for sure what the feast is about," replied one of the stout middle-aged women.
Everyone immediately nodded in agreement with the woman's words. Finally, Namara understood. The news about the cow didn't spread properly either.
Namara sighed and shook her head. "It's not really like that!"
"Then what happen?"
Namara immediately replied, "It's the plague! The cows have the plague. They suddenly fainted. Even though they didn't die, they weren't really alive either."
