Toc, toc, toc!
Someone shyly knocked at the door of Babida's room. For the lumberjack was a bit drunk after he slightly abused of the palm wine during the dinner, he wasn't thus quite sure where the noise was coming from.
Toc, toc, toc!
The visitor was persistent, though he banged the egress always timidly. This time around, the lumberjack understood someone was at the other side of the door.
So he woke up and was swagging because his legs were weakened by alcohol. He opened the door and was surprised by who was standing in front of him.
The young maiden Suzie was at the doorstep and was looking more beautiful than ever.
The palm wine that was circulating in Babida's veins vanished instantly and his mind was as clear as the water of the fountain of Ebuka, the god of purity.
"What are you…doing here, young Miss?" He whispered to her with a trembling voice.
