The melon field is bordered by a curtain of acacia trees.
In the shade,
a hut is built.
Around it,
a trench is dug,
to prevent water from flooding inside
when it rains.

In front of the hut,
among the chicken and turkey chicks,
a pot is placed
on a spit,
in which, every day,
at noon,
tomato soup is cooked.
A few logs serve as chairs.

In the branches,
wooden spoons,
pots, mugs, towels, and so on
are hung.

Before breaking the stem,
the watermelon is tapped with a finger
and listened to carefully.
A deep sound,
like a murmur,
is the code for a ripe melon.