Me: When?
Little Susana: Today?
Me: Where?
Little Susana: Here.
Me: On your head?
Little Susana: Yes.
Me: But where were you? In your house or in the village or in the bush…?
Little Susana: It jumped and bit me.
I am still no closer to understanding what a woojere is. It is either a rabbit, a squirrel, or, apparently, something that jumps up and bites little girls in the head.
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