He became very drowsy while waiting for the water to boil, and was falling asleep before the fire when he was woken by the sound of steam from water spilling over the fire as the kettle boiled and began to melt.  “Oh darn!  He cried, my kettle is burning.” and he grabbed a mitten and pulled it from the fire, and just managed to get enough hot water out of it for a cup of tea.  “Oh well,” he thought aloud, “I needed a new kettle anyway.”  He sat once again before the fire with his tea and just enjoyed the serenity and warmth of the cave.

            In the countryside near the cave on the coast road there was a kindly looking man wandering from residence to residence with a large book in his hands, and he seemed to be muttering to himself, as he looked up names and read their details in his book.  He moved easily from place to place until he eventually came to a hill, which looked like a steep rock face with an overgrowth of bushes at its base.  He stopped, and looked around, “Peaceful, gentle, calm…” he said, and it was almost as if he was speaking to the elements around him. 

            Maari caves were generally not easily found and many dwellings were selected for their inaccessibility and seclusion to the general passer-by.  At the bottom of a small rise behind thick bushes was the hidden entrance to one such cave.  It would have been an excellent dwelling cave for the timid Maaris, totally hidden from prying nosey eyes, except that the week before one of its occupants had erected a sign at the entrance, which identified them as Tsado & Tsami esquires.  He pushed aside a clump of bushes and revealed the rustic sign, “Ahh, now let me see here,” he said as he looked in his book, “here it is, this is the cave of Tsado and Tsami.”  He acknowledged as he smelled the smoke from the fire, “and yes, that must be Tsado…” he realised as he read, “Yes, Tsado, likes lighting fires…February, lit fire in rubbish bin on town square…March, set fire to baker’s shop, reason, like raisin bread, toasted.