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Once I have finished, I go back outside. Right in front of the door is
the duck man which carried my slush pump on the walk yesterday, and
when he sees me he smiles and comes over and hits me on the back with
his hand. I do the same to him and he smiles wider. This means we are
friends, I figure, like shaking hands, so I smile too. He motions for
me to come with him.
Some of the others come with us, and we walk all around the village
which is not so large. My friend seems to be the head man. He walks
with me, and the rest stay a little behind. I am being treated like I
have the key to the city. All around are the small huts like the one I
slept in, and there isn't much else to the town except for a couple of
larger buildings which are made of the same purple wood that the huts
are made of. I figure that if three people occupy each hut, there are
maybe six hundred altogether in the town. There are some other villages
on the islands I can see, but they are not so large.
After we have toured for an hour or two, the chief takes me to one
of the large buildings and we go inside. City hall, I think. And
sure enough we go right to the mayor's office, which is a little
room partitioned off from the rest. There are a couple of stools or
something there, and the mayor hops up on one with his thin legs
underneath him. I sit on the other. He smiles and I smile, and I think
this is getting pretty dull and maybe it would be better if he weren't
so friendly because anyway I would have some action. I think I will get
away and go over and try a few numbers on the horn.
Finally after we sit there smiling for some time, he points to himself.
"Ogroo," he says. His name.
So I hit myself on the chest and tell him my name.
Then he walks around the room and points to the stools and the table
and the walls. He says words at each one. He is trying to teach me
their language, so I repeat each one after him. We play this little
game for quite a while and then we have food brought in. While we are
eating, Ogroo is telling me the name of what I am chewing on and it
doesn't taste nearly as good as it did when I knew it was plain food
only.
When we finish eating, Ogroo gets up and takes me back to our hut. I
am supposed to stay there, I see. Anyway I think I will get out a few
riffs just to keep in practice, so I go inside for my slush pump. It
isn't there.
So this is why the so and so was keeping me away all the time he did, I
say to myself. I am plenty burned up, but there is nothing I can do.
When Ogroo shows up the next morning, I try to tell him about it, but
he pretends not to understand. Instead we go through the same routine
as the day before, only we eat in another room and he shows me some new
words.
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