The birds were chirping and calling the dawn in shrilling voice. Chill morning breeze rushed up to the mighty hill. The golden apple tree was crystal clear standing right beside the house in drooping head like a tired old man. The leaves were holding morning dews unwillingly. The green oak trees were lined down till end of the Gortsum valley. A small creak was running in a peaceful sound near by the valley. Nako the heart of the family stepped outside and stretched his arms, looked around and saw his sister silkey right outside holding a sake full of maize grains getting ready to set for grinding into pieces using grinding stones. “Come on let’s start grinding.” spoke silkey unwillingly. “Yeah, I’m here,” Nako frowned lightly. The daylight was flashed at the summit of Rodungla. Pala the head of the family came outside holding a bunch of old bamboos fire to offer great incense to local deities. He started chanting and thick black smoke rose up in the clear sky. The smoke passed through the oak trees and brought fabulous smell in and around the house. The normal work was tough and hurting the teenager’s hand. The grains disappeared from the sake after continuous effort of two siblings. Mama was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. She came outside with profound steps. “Have you all completed the task?” said mama and stood silent for few minutes. Nako rushed towards the water tape to wash his hands; there he heard an old giant frog croaking as if he is left alone in a tiny pond. Instantly, he jumped near the pond and chuckled. The frog stretched his legs, widely opened his eyes and glanced at the boy. Nako bent coolly focusing his eyes to the frog and slowly he moved his hands towards the frog, but the frog jumped one step away from him. Nako felt strange at first and closed his eyes and thought why the giant frog was solitary left and getting afraid of man. “Nako, breakfast is ready,” said mom hurriedly. “I have