"Green ones. Gotta find the green ones. Why does Mom always insist on the GREEN ones? They all taste the same." Nglemel muttered under his breath as he looked for grubs. He peered under every log he passed trying to find the green grubs Mom liked so much. To him they all tasted the same. Finally, though, he managed to fill his basket with all green grubs and headed home.
When he arrived, he called proudly "Mom, I'm home with a bunch of green grubs for you!" There was no answer. Nglemel searched through the house for Mom, but he couldn't find her. He walked out to the grounds, and at the edge of the field in the distance he saw a large undulating shape.
Mom.
She was eating leaves again.
She must have decided she was a "vegetarian" again.
Well fine, Nglemel thought. If she wants the grubs she can have them.
Interrupting Mom while she was feasting wouldn't do him any good anyway, so Nglemel went to his room to bide his time. Maybe she'd pass out before she came home? Then Nglemel could at least sleep before her tirade the next morning.
The door slammed downstairs. She didn't pass out. Enough of this Nglemel thought. The boy gathered what belongings he could, and when he heard Mom coming upstairs, he escaped through his window, and set off down the path. He'd figure things out, and anywhere he wound up would be better than this place.
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