Richie and Grandmother were both startled. Neither had expected Si Ang to be the sort who passed out after a single drink.
Afraid Si Ang would catch a chill sleeping on the ground, Grandmother helped Richie carry him into the Little Bamboo Hut.
Si Ang lay completely still after getting drunk, and Richie began to think about teasing him.
After tucking Si Ang into bed, Richie went back outside with Grandmother. After all, they had yet to finish their roast meat and meat soup.
Poor Si Ang had gotten drunk halfway through and missed out on all that delicious food.
Richie could not help feeling a little sorry that Si Ang would not get to enjoy the meal.
He followed Grandmother back into the courtyard. The roast meat was already crisp on the outside and tender within, giving off a mouthwatering aroma.
Grandmother began slicing meat for Richie again. The freshly roasted rabbit was so tender and delicious that he ate until his belly was round.
Once they had eaten and drunk their fill, Richie helped Grandmother clean up. He had always loved his sleep and could hardly wait to get to bed, so he lay down beside Si Ang and fell asleep.
Through the long, silent night, Grandmother remained alone. Who was she missing? Or what was she pondering?
The next morning, clear birdsong rang through the mountain forest.
The rising sun shone through a window of the Little Bamboo Hut, falling straight onto Si Ang's and Richie's faces.
Si Ang was a well-behaved sleeper who did not move all night. With the alcohol in him, he slept like a log.
Richie, on the other hand, moved all over the place, treating Si Ang as a body pillow and hugging him all night.
Early that morning, he accidentally kicked