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Tales from the walauwa by Cat O'Logge
A little while later father of the house will seat himself for breakfast but instead of concentrating on his food (for the nine lives of me I can't understand what is wrong with these people!!!) he'll read the newspaper. the village paper boy has been well admonished to make sure he brings the paper early to the Walauwa. Of course at times like this father of the house will almost always spill some tea or drop a bit of bread on the floor and the big, lazy dog Rudolphus will slowly move towards the unexpected treat and I always beat him to it. Back in the kitchen, where Magilin and Leela have breakfast I'm more of a guest. Any food remaining on their plates will be deposited on my special plate right outside the back door. Then Leela will call for me loudly and Magilin will say that ha, there is no need to call, that greedy cat will anyway come in a few minutes. (Magilin must be wondering about the holes in all her cheeththayas she lays out on the bushes to dry). Nevertheless a guest I am, and regally I shall arrive to partake in the feast. The best thing is that anyone who has been asked to drop in at the Walauwa to do a spot of work, (like to help Magilin and Leela to cook for guests) will also be given breakfast and tea and all other meals. Much to my delight, I've discovered that most of these people are quite partial to throwing a few tasty morsels to a cat watching with great interest. Well, today breakfast was quite a merry affair, probably well planned too for when I saw the mounds of hoppers on the table I realised that this is what Magilin must have pounded the rice for, two days ago. And of all things a nice round egg hopper fell off the platter when Leela was bringing it in. Joy oh joy, you may guess what came of it. I don't really care much for the hopper itself, but ah, the soft yolk of egg which oozes juice the moment I bite it is utterly tantalising. I could smell a spice chicken curry in the air and also a limey lunumiris, something I can do without. Then there were the usual bits of conversation to eavesdrop on. Daughter of the house had been invited to a friend's birthday party and one of her brothers was asked to please drive her there. Then mother of the house broke the news that a cousin of hers had arrived from Australia and that she would be coming around for lunch one of these days and she said that hopefully they'd be able to get some cashewnuts and nice bit of pork to be cooked. Then they made some plans to visit the family of the girl one son to marry. There was quite a bit of laughter at this, what with a few jokes all around and the said son's promises to get his revenge when his two siblings have their turns. Apparently no one had to go out today because they all got up very calmly and went their separate ways, some to their rooms, some to the garden with Rudolphus and so on. I of course followed mother of the house where she would no doubt see to what's to be cooked for lunch. Something special no doubt, what with everyone being at home, but that is another tale. |
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The day dawned all sunny and bright and for once the whole family was
there for breakfast. Usually daughter of the house dashes out through the
gate with only her morning tea inside her and mother of the house will be
heard shouting at her to please eat at least a slice of bread and go and
that she shouldn't call home if she faints in the bus or something. 
