So Aponitolau threw the bamboo sticks one by one at his son, but he could not hit him. Then it was the son’s turn to throw, but he said:
“No, I cannot. You are my father, and I do not want to kill you.”
So they went home. But Dumalawi was very sorrowful, for he knew now that his father wanted to destroy him. When his mother called him to dinner he could not eat.
Elevated living rooms reached by ladders
Cocoanut trees tower above the homes
Although he had been unsuccessful in his first attempt, Aponitolau did not give up the idea of getting rid of his son, and the next day he said:
“Come, Dumalawi, we will go to our little house in the field[48] and repair it, so that it will be a protection when the rainy season sets in.”
The father and son went together to the field, and when they reached the little house, Aponitolau, pointing to a certain spot in the ground, said: