Chapter 112

• "Oh my goodness! What a hellish sun up there!" exclaimed Babida as he sheltered under the cooling branches of the palm tree.
• "Well, I am going to stay and wait here for some time until the temperature decreases to a bearable level." He then added.
• The lumberjack sat on the grass, leaned against the palmea's trunk and rested, extremely tired since his sleep had been disturbed last night by the unpredicted attack of the walking tornado.