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The sow was delighted and very proud of her daughter,
bringing her up in the woods
Pudjo S Pudja
with the greatest care and teaching her all the
ways and virtues
of a highborn Balinese girl.
Above all her talents she excelled at weaving; in
the morning she sat at her loom, singing softly to herself as
she wove bright sarongs of many colours, and was often still there
when the sun went down.
One day she dropped her shuttle. She picked it up
hurriedly, but it fell to the ground once more.