Footnote to Youth
"Footnote to Youth" Jose Garcia Villa
Story:
The sun was salmon and hazy in the west. Dodong thought to himself he would tell his father about Teang when he got home, after he had unhitched the carabao from the plow, and let it to its shed and fed it. He washes it ant about saying it, but he wanted his father to know. What he had to say was of serious import as it would mark a climacteric in his life. Dodong finally decided to tell it, at a thought came to him his father might refuse to consider it. His father was silent hard-working farmer who chewed areca nut, which he had learned to do from his mother, Dodong's grandmother. I will tell it to him. I will tell it to him. The ground was broken up into many fresh wounds and fragrant with a sweet is hearthy smell. Many slender soft worms emerged from the furrows and then burrowed again deeper into the soil. A short colorless worm marched blindly to Dodong's foot and crawled calmly over it. Dodong go tickled and jerked his foot, flinging the worm into the air. Dodong did not bother to look where it fell, but thought of his age, seventeen, and he said to himself he was not young any more. Dodong unhitched the carabao leisurely and gave it a healt h y tap on t h e h ip.
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e beast turned its h ead to look at h im wit h dumb fait h ful eyes. Dodonggave it a slig h t pus h and t h e animal walked alongside h im to its s h ed. He placed bundles of grassbefore it land t h e carabao began to eat. Dodong looked at it wit h out interests. Dodong started h omeward, t h inking h ow h e would break h is news to h is fat h er. He wanted to marry, Dodong did.He was seventeen, h e h ad pimples on h is face, t h e down on h is upper lip already was dark-t h esemeant h e was no longer a boy. He was growing into a man-- h e was a man. Dodong felt insolentand big at t h e t h oug h t of it alt h oug h h e was by nature low in statue.
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Story:
The sun was salmon and hazy in the west. Dodong thought to himself he would tell his father about Teang when he got home, after he had unhitched the carabao from the plow, and let it to its shed and fed it. He washes it ant about saying it, but he wanted his father to know. What he had to say was of serious import as it would mark a climacteric in his life. Dodong finally decided to tell it, at a thought came to him his father might refuse to consider it. His father was silent hard-working farmer who chewed areca nut, which he had learned to do from his mother, Dodong's grandmother. I will tell it to him. I will tell it to him. The ground was broken up into many fresh wounds and fragrant with a sweet is hearthy smell. Many slender soft worms emerged from the furrows and then burrowed again deeper into the soil. A short colorless worm marched blindly to Dodong's foot and crawled calmly over it. Dodong go tickled and jerked his foot, flinging the worm into the air. Dodong did not bother to look where it fell, but thought of his age, seventeen, and he said to himself he was not young any more. Dodong unhitched the carabao leisurely and gave it a healt h y tap on t h e h ip.
Th
e beast turned its h ead to look at h im wit h dumb fait h ful eyes. Dodonggave it a slig h t pus h and t h e animal walked alongside h im to its s h ed. He placed bundles of grassbefore it land t h e carabao began to eat. Dodong looked at it wit h out interests. Dodong started h omeward, t h inking h ow h e would break h is news to h is fat h er. He wanted to marry, Dodong did.He was seventeen, h e h ad pimples on h is face, t h e down on h is upper lip already was dark-t h esemeant h e was no longer a boy. He was growing into a man-- h e was a man. Dodong felt insolentand big at t h e t h oug h t of it alt h oug h h e was by nature low in statue.
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