My grandfather told me that the man in black stood up and, without saying "goodbye" to Little Halfbreed, walked toward the graveyard singing a song he had improvised. "What did he sing?" I asked. "He sang the following song," my grandfather replied.

  People lack prosperity because of
　 　　　incest between the brother and the sister,
　　Hands and feet became webbed because
　 　　 a human and a mare had made love.
　　Prosperity follows disaster, and
　 　　 good fortune brings decay,
　　Prosperity or decay depends upon ...

　　My grandfather poked the embers and became silent.

　　"Did Little Halfbreed still squat there eating the cassava?" My grandson asks me. "Little Halfbreed didn't eat the cassava," my grandfather told me. "He felt the web between his fingers, stood up and walked to the unlighted village." "Then what?" My grandfather was tired and fell asleep on the grass. That is how the story of the young horse crossing marsh is passed down.

　　The story ends like this: The female ancestor of the herbivorous clan of Dongbei Township, Gaomi County was a red horse. The horse has thus become our totem, our ideal, and our symbol of love.

　　 　

　　 　　Ma!
　　 　　Ma! Ma!
　　 　　Ma! Ma! Ma! 5

5 Again the alphabetical 'rna" is repeated in the original Chinese text, pointing to the homophones of "horse 瀧"and "mother 第"