The story of WenagonA story.Once upon a time, Wenagon was with his wife and his children.They were living like that, until one day they went to gather canarium almonds.So they walked up there, and Wenagon began to climb.He climbed up the tree, knocking down bundles of almonds as he went up. Suddenly, as he tried to grab a branch, he missed, and fell.He fell down on the ground, and died.When they realised he was dead, they lifted him up, carried him to the village, dug a grave and buried him.But after they buried him that night, suddenly he rose again from his grave,he walked to their property, killed a pig, and threw it in the grave he had been buried in.So he left the pig down in the grave, and walked away from his place – until he reached another village where he decided to stay.One day, the people from that village, together with those of the other village, decided to organise a big celebration.So there was going to be a big party, where his wife was going to come.Meanwhile, his wife in her village had seen the pig in the grave, yet she thought it was Wenagon himself. She had no idea Wenagon had in fact gone.She kept an eye on the pig for a while, and once the body was decomposed, she took the pig’s skull – convinced it was Wenagon’s head. She put it in a basket, which she hung over her fireplace.After she hung the basket like that, a few days went by, until that moment when people organised that celebration in the village, with dances.There were going to be dances at night – of those merry dances we called mavto, which villagers dance all night long.As the dance fired up, the man’s wife joined in. She joined in the dance, and so did Wenagon!In the middle of the dance, when they stepped closer to each other, Wenagon exclaimed “It’s just a sow’s head in your basket!”And on they danced.They danced on and on, until he exclaimed again to his wife “It’s just a sow’s head in your basket!”The woman suddenly strained her ears.She heard his call, and thought “Who could be talking to me like that? It sounds like my Wenagon!?”The dance started again and went on, until she heard once again “It’s just a sow’s head in your basket!”This time, the woman called back in reply; and then she added “Wenagon! You really are a crazy man!”And this is how my story ends.