the week after taffimai metallumai (we will still call her taffy, best beloved) made that little mistake about her daddy’s spear and the stranger-man and the picture-letter and all, she went carp-fishing again with her daddy. her mummy wanted her to stay at home and help hang up hides to dry on the big drying-poles outside their neolithic cave, but taffy slipped away down to her daddy quite early, and they fished.