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He gave instead of lending! Subtle executioner, surely you'll find The terrible implications of this savage crime.

INDIO I shouldn't have stayed home today, father. You don't need me here.

MOKSA No, my son. I do not need you. You did not bring rain.

INDIO This brown grass--it's not good for anything.

MOKSA Days, weeks, years pass without a drop of rain.

INDIO There's no wheat here anywhere, father.

MOKSA Spring has passed without rain. Summer has passed without rain. Now it is autumn, my son.

INDIO What's the point in stacking it?

MOKSA We must learn to eat the dry brown grass that has no fruit and no seed.

INDIO It can't even be fed to horses.

MOKSA There will be no more rain.

INDIO You're talking strange, father. The drought can't last forever.