In the village they tell of a great man -how he came into existence how he ended up with his work.Roples Coleman had a wife-sarah and two beautiful daughters.
If this story is a parable, perhaps everyone takes their own meaning from it and reads their own life into it .
The man awakened in the near dark.The Stars still shone and the day had drawn only a pale wash of lighting the lower sky to the East.The roosters had been crowing for sometime,and the early pigs were already beginning their ceaseless turning of twigs and bits of wood to see whether anything to eat had been overlooked.outside the house ,a covey of little birds chittered and flurried with their wings.
He opened his eyes,and looked first at the lightening square which was the door and then he looked at the hanging box where his daughter slept.And last he turned his head to his wife, who lay beside him on the mat,her pink head-shawl over her nose and over her breasts and around the small of her back.her eyes were open too.He could never remember seeing them closed when he awakened.Her dark eyes made little reflected Stars.She was looking at him as she was always looking at him when he awakened.