The Hamazans of the Conque

As Zan went running off looking for the tribe keeper Zana. Hama patiently executed the ritual of being a good host by bring Yror something for him to drink. As Zan came back unsuccessfully from her hunt in finding Zana. She went to track down Kobja for help, and to send him off to go hunting for some new tofu-cows and some chocolate fishes.

Hama was one of the best nettle hunter of the region and is renowned for her compassion and patience. Between two glances she had managed to put back her pagne and was holding a perfect and civilised conversation.

Zan was back into the the tribal hut and preparing the room for Yror. As Zana came back from her afternoon expedition giggling and socking wet she decided that Yror couldn't stay.

Zan and Hama had been working all morning. From 5am to noon, they had fought against the carnivorous nettels and the attacking wild boars. They laid down in the grass to have a short rest, in order to continue their battle.

Obviously, they obeyed to rule one of the universe: never let the sun make marks on your skin. Id est, don't wear a bikini.

Just as Zan and Hama were falling asleep, Hama heard something. Is that a bird? Is that an airplane? NO!

It is Yror.

Le Moulin de la Conque doesn’t need to worry anymore. Hama and Zan are there. Every day, they wake up at 4.30am. They slaughter some tofu-cows, have them for breakfast. At 5am, they take their boots and put on their sunglasses. There is no way back. With their tools, they march towards the garden. The battle has begun. Away with the weeds! Say no to clover!

Hama and Zan Cooking chocolate cake and cookies for the tribe.