Thinking of this, I couldn't help but recall the forest fire in the distant mountain range. The place where we lived was unaffected, but the blazing red streak on the horizon still left one's heart unsettled.
Banh Nep lay at my feet, dozing off. The sheep and cattle also lingered nearby.
I pulled the axe from my hip and went into the forest near our house to chop firewood. The wood, having been dried by the sun for many days, was brittle and broke without much effort. Since I had brought the cow today, I could carry a bit more. There wasn't much time to spend in the forest; I would have to ask Bang to come along next time to prepare more firewood. A little caution now would save a lot of worry later.
