After getting up at 4am to rescue a screeching puppy from under the shed floor, I bumped into the replacement watchman. He was in his boxers, slightly intoxicated and was carrying the largest machete (panaga) I have yet seen. I have to admit I was slightly anxious.
“Why do you have a big knife?” asked I.
“I am ever awake, ever alert, with my big panga!!!” was the response. Somehow I was not reassured.
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