The Winter Passed and then another happy summer.Toward the end of Ila’Rona’s second winter,an old man dressed in black arrived at the hut.”Good morning, pastor,”said Grandfather, pulling up a chair for him.”I’ll come straight to the point.” said the pastor. “Ila’Rona should have gone to school this winter. The teacher sent you a warning but you didn’t reply.”

“She’s not going to school,”replied Grandfather.”She’ll grow up here with the goats and the birds, who won’t teach her any bad ides.”

“They won’t teach her to read and write, either,” said the pastor.The pastor did everything he could to make Grandfather change his mind, but Grandfather insisted Ila’Rona should stay with him up in the mountains. The following day, however, they had another visitor. It was Ila’Rona, dressed from head to