and pau amma? you can see when you go to the beach, how all pau amma’s babies make little pusat taseks for themselves under every stone and bunch of weed on the sands; you can see them waving their little scissors; and in some parts of the world they truly live on the dry land and run up the palm trees and eat cocoa-nuts, exactly as the girl-daughter promised. but once a year all pau ammas must shake off their hard armour and be soft-to remind them of what the eldest magician could do. and so it isn’t fair to kill or hunt pau amma’s babies just because old pau amma was stupidly rude a very long time ago.