Translated by Marvin Najarro The gallina murusha (frizzle hen) appeared in her dreams again. She saw it running with the flock, looking for the cabbage leaves she had just thrown into the yard for them. She had named it Muroshona ever since the chick emerged from an egg. Her grandmother, Tiba, had given her two eggs from her English hen, a miniature bird with curly feathers, which Emelda had placed with the other eggs when one of the domestic hens had gone broody. During the three weeks of incubation, she kept a close eye on them, and it was a real celebration when her…

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