Mother always carried her little girl with her.
Of course she could not carry her baby in her arms, for she needed her hands for other things.
Sometimes the baby clung to a strong vine which her mother tied around her waist.
Sometimes she just held fast to her mother’s waist or clung to her neck.
One morning very early Rago awakened with a start.
He sat up and listened.
He had been fast asleep in the branches of the strong oak tree.
Rago and Goni always slept in trees.
Really the trees were the only home Rago and Goni knew.
That night their mother had selected beds in the oak trees, because the strong branches were woven together with vines.