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The Hunter and His Dog In the quiet village of Okonko, a wise hunter named Etim prepared for a long day in the forest. His faithful dog, Abasi, wagged its tail eagerly as Etim strapped on his hunting bag and lifted his old bow. Before they stepped out, Etim paused at the doorway and looked back into the small mud house. The cooking pot was empty. The firewood stack was low. There was no yam, no garri, not even a dried fish hanging from the rafter. He turned to Abasi and said gently, “My friend, remember how the house was when we left.” Abasi barked as if he understood. They walked deep into the forest, tracking footprints, listening to rustling leaves, and waiting patiently beneath the tall iroko trees. Hours passed with no catch. The sun dipped lower, and Etim began to worry. Hunger had already followed them from home. But then Abasi stopped suddenly, nose high in the air. With a determined growl, he dashed forward. Etim ran after him, pushing through thick bushes until he reached a small clearing, there stood a plump antelope, frozen in fear. Before the animal could flee, Abasi had cut off its escape path, giving Etim the perfect shot. With gratitude in his eyes, the hunter whispered, “Good dog… you remembered.” By sunset, they returned home carrying enough meat to fill the empty pot and bring warmth back into the house. From that day on, people repeated Etim’s words: “Remember how the house was when we left.” A reminder that hunger can sharpen determination and that one should never forget the reason they set out in the first place.

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In the quiet village of Okonko, a wise hunter named Etim prepared for a long day in the forest. His faithful dog, Abasi, wagged its tail eagerly as Etim strapped on his hunting bag and lifted his old bow.

Before they stepped out, Etim paused at the doorway and looked back into the small mud house. The cooking pot was empty. The firewood stack was low. There was no yam, no garri, not even a dried fish hanging from the rafter.

He turned to Abasi and said gently,
“My friend, remember how the house was when we left.”

Abasi barked as if he understood.

They walked deep into the forest, tracking footprints, listening to rustling leaves, and waiting patiently beneath the tall iroko trees. Hours passed with no catch. The sun dipped lower, and Etim began to worry. Hunger had already followed them from home.

But then Abasi stopped suddenly, nose high in the air. With a determined growl, he dashed forward. Etim ran after him, pushing through thick bushes until he reached a small clearing, there stood a plump antelope, frozen in fear.

Before the animal could flee, Abasi had cut off its escape path, giving Etim the perfect shot. With gratitude in his eyes, the hunter whispered,
“Good dog… you remembered.”

By sunset, they returned home carrying enough meat to fill the empty pot and bring warmth back into the house.

From that day on, people repeated Etim’s words:
“Remember how the house was when we left.”

A reminder that hunger can sharpen determination and that one should never forget the reason they set out in the first place.

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