Someone banged repeatedly at the door.
"Suzie, open, darling! It's me, uncle Bibi. Are you safe?" Uncle Bibi's voice resonated from outside.
"Oh, oh, talk of a Monster and he will surely appear." Suzie addressed her nanny while rushing to the door, which she unlocked.
Like a mad buffalo, uncle Bibi entered the house and looked around to perceive any suspicious movement.
"Thank our ancestors! You are all fine." Uncle Bibi sighed relieved, his eyes heaved to the sky, and the palms of his two hands stuck against each other.
"Bibi, was it that bird of ill omen that was howling?" Grandma asked her son while displaying a sign of anxiety on her face.
"But it can't be. It was beheaded by that lumberjack." She went on, answering thus her question.
