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Many years ago when the children were little and we lived at Vatuadova village, there were a few roosters and hens, even bantam chooks. One rooster we named Toatagane because he was so beautiful with lots of coloured feathers. Alas, one day there were visitors and someone decided that a good dinner was required. Bad decision. The same thing happened to my pet pig, Kanakana, who gave birth to huge litters of about twelve piglets each time. Then there was an important occasion with hundreds of visitors arriving, so they slaughtered this lovely large pig. I refused to eat that day.
Anyway, in memory of Toatagane I stitched a picture one time, perhaps related to the story 'The House that Jack Built,' and included colourful Toatagane.
