Three days later Hapu and Bak are making a table. It is very hot in the room. Suddenly Bak stops work.
"What is it, father?" Hapu asks. "Is something wrong?"
"I don't know," Bak answers, he closes his eyes.
"It's my head. I can't ... " And then he falls on the ground.
"Father!" Hapu runs to Bak and puts on hand under his head. "Father -- are you all right?"