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"Canta cucu, bata-l vina," Ion muttered into his pillow, quoting the old folk song. Cuckoo bird, may its fault be cursed.

Curiosity overrode his exhaustion. Ion stepped onto the porch and saw the bird fluttering wildly toward the high pasture. Then he smelled it: . Cover Canta alarma (Canta cucu bata-l vina)

High up the ridge, lightning from the dry storm the night before had ignited a patch of scrub brush near his neighbor’s barn. Because of the cuckoo’s "alarm," Ion was the first to see it. He grabbed his buckets and ran, shouting for the other villagers to wake up. "Canta cucu, bata-l vina," Ion muttered into his

Every morning at five, the bird would perch on the old oak branch outside his window and belt out its repetitive song. It was the rhythm of his life, but today, Ion wasn’t in the mood. He had spent the previous night fixing a broken fence under a pale moon, and his bones felt like lead. Ion stepped onto the porch and saw the