The Eldest Brother’s Refuge
Bro only stopped running when he reached the Old Rat’s ear. He found a refuge there every time he found himself in a tight spot. When he got there the old one was still awake, even if it was quite late. The Old Rat was contemplated the star-studded sky, watching the graceful stars ready themselves for their night-time bath, spreading plenty of shining sparks in their wake and thus displaying their cosmic high spirits.
Drawing nearer our master, my brother first greeted the Old Rat, as all children with a good head on their shoulders should. He further apologised for disturbing him at such a late hour. Without turning his head or even moving a muscle, the Old Rat asked my brother:
“What happened to you? What is wrong? What brings you here, far from your folks,
