大象传媒

Small Number is a young boy who gets into a lot of mischief.  

It is summer time and Small Number visits his Grandpa who lives on their Nation鈥檚 traditional territory in a small village near the river.

For Small Number his Grandpa is the wisest man who has ever lived. Grandpa knows so many interesting stories and somehow they are often related to the mischief that Small Number has done or is planning to do.  

This afternoon, Grandpa is meeting with a group of elders and a visitor from a university. Every week they get together so that the visitor can record the stories that the elders tell in their mother tongue. Even though Small Number only understands a few words, he enjoys listening to his Grandpa when he speaks in the language of their people. 鈥淚鈥檒l ask Grandpa to teach me all stories that he knows, so that one day I can tell them to my children and grandchildren,鈥� thinks Small Number.

Just when he and Grandpa were ready to leave the house, Small Number got a message from his friend, Big Circle: 鈥淐ome join us, we are playing at the river bank.鈥� 

鈥淕randpa, I have to run to the river bank to say hi to Big Circle! I鈥檒l meet you in the village!鈥� 

Grandpa smiled and shook his head, 鈥淣owadays, young people have to do everything at once.鈥� Then he stopped and looked at the sky, 鈥淒id I hear the same words from my mother?鈥�

Small Number ran across the field and decided to jump over an old fence to get to the river bank quicker. Small Number was puzzled, 鈥淲hy would anyone fence the middle of an empty 鈥︹��

鈥淎aaa,鈥� screamed Small Number while falling through a hole in the ground. 

鈥淲here am I?鈥� asked Small Number out loud while lying on the ground. He could see the sky through the hole high above him, but the space around him was very dark. He could feel his heart beating faster. He was scared. 

Small Number took his cell phone from a pocket and turned the flashlight on. His wide-open eyes followed the beam of light. 鈥淲ow,鈥� said Small Number looking at a vertical pole that was supporting the wooden dome-like structure above him. He was inside an enclosed space.

With his courage back and excited about his discovery, Small Number made a few steps towards the dark side of the space. He could see that the short poles at the edge of the floor and the ends of the long poles were part of the roof that formed a circular ring-like shape. 鈥淭here must be hundreds of poles used to build this room,鈥� though Small Number.

Small Number鈥檚 cell phone started ringing.

It was Grandpa: 鈥淲here are you, Small Number?鈥� 

鈥淚 fell into a huge underground house,鈥� replied Small Number. 鈥淚鈥檒l be there right away,鈥� said Grandpa. 

Soon, Small Number could hear the sound of Grandpa鈥檚 truck coming closer and closer. It was very quiet when that sound stopped. Small Number was worried: 鈥淚 hope that Grandpa will not be angry at me.鈥�

Suddenly, the sunlight came into the room from an opening in the side of the roof. When Grandpa entered the room, Small Number ran towards him and hugged him very tightly. 鈥淚 love you so much, Grandpa!鈥� 鈥淚 love you very much too, but don鈥檛 scare me like this again! You were very lucky that you didn鈥檛 get injured. The hole must be at least three meters above the floor,鈥� replied Grandpa.

鈥淭his is an abandoned pit house built by our ancestors,鈥� explained Grandpa. 鈥淥ur people would live in a house like this during the winter months. This is not a very big house, maybe it has only 8 meters across. The Chief's pit house could be twice as large.鈥�

Grandpa continued: 鈥淓veryone would help to build the house. Some would dig the pit and remove soil, others would gather and prepare other building materials. Removed soil would be used for the roof covering. Later, people would feast in the house that they built together.鈥�

鈥淪o, those posts are about five meters long,鈥� quietly said Small Number pointing to the roof. 鈥淚 wonder how our ancestors knew how many posts they needed to build the roof.鈥�

鈥淥ur people had their ways,鈥� answered Grandpa, a bit surprised by Small Number鈥檚 question. 鈥淎nd now let鈥檚 hurry back to the village because I would like to tell our visitor a story about the abandoned pit house.鈥�

Question: Why did Small Number think that the posts used to build the roof were about five meters long each?