Not far from home, I finally wanted to be in bed again, so I went straight home.
The street before my house, I saw an old man trying to cross the road. I wasn't planning on helping him but he called me over to help him.
Once I helped him across, he asked me a few questions I didn't want to answer.
"Did Papa save you today?"
"A tata did help me today."
"Were his leaves green or brown?"
"You mean the trees?"
"I mean his beard."
"I saw some leaves in his beard."
"Were they..." it looks like the old man is about to grab my arm when my brother pulls me from behind.
"Who are you talking to?" my brother asks.
"I was talking to a jackal," I feel like I'm coming out of a trance "I mean an old man."
"You weren't talking to anyone."