Chapter 4
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Cowering in the musty shadows beneath his workbench, Ichik suddenly heard an ominous crack followed by a menacing rumble, and he just managed to scramble to safety with agility beyond his years, before the great stone tablet bearing his calendar slowly toppled over backwards and tumbled, along with his hut, his workbench, his tools, and even his bananas, into the deep ravine which coiled lazily through the forest behind his home.
Standing helplessly as a drifting detritus of dust and splinters fluttered down around him, settling like a gentle snowfall, he watched in wordless dismay as his life's work vanished forever.
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