Setelane in a drunken state said to his wife, “You are nothing but the daughter of an ostrich-egg!” He drank his beer and fell unconscious on his bed. When he had slept, it was not yet morning. All of a sudden, he felt that his bed was hard and cold. He moved his hands here and there but he felt nothing. On his body were the old mouse-skin clothes. His new home had disappeared. He was back in his old hut in the middle of the wilderness. There was no one around. His wife and servants had disappeared. There were no cattle, no goats, not a sound, no pot of beer, only broken old shreds. The loaf of bread which he used to get every day had vanished. As before, he now had to go out and catch mice if he wanted to eat. Until he died, lean and dirty, he did nothing else.
The Loss
