We cooked it up with pumpkin greens coconut milk, curry, and salt for lunch. It's claws were as big as Katherine's feet!
After we were in bed last night, Aaron and I heard the bell ring three times slowly, the signal that somebody had died. I didn't hear anyone wailing, so I didn't think the deceased was from our village. While at market I learned about the bitter part of the day. The death was in Leru Village, and a man had killed his mother and sister with a bush knife. Several close relatives live in Marulaon, including our translation committee chairman, Hiva, whose sister was killed. The whole village is stunned. We have had the opportunity to send food and petrol for the needs of the family, and we would really appreciate prayers for the families and villages that have been touched.
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