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Ion laughed, wiping ash from his forehead. "Alright, little one. I take it back. Sing all you want."

He dragged himself out of bed, but as he reached for his boots, he noticed something strange. The cuckoo didn't stop after its usual three calls. It kept going—louder, more frantic, almost like it was screaming. Cover Canta alarma (Canta cucu bata-l vina)

By the time the sun fully crested the peaks, the fire was out. The barn was saved, and the village was safe. Ion sat on a stump, covered in soot, breathing hard. Just then, a familiar shadow crossed the grass. The cuckoo landed on a nearby fence post, tilted its head, and gave one final, quiet cucu . Ion laughed, wiping ash from his forehead

Curiosity overrode his exhaustion. Ion stepped onto the porch and saw the bird fluttering wildly toward the high pasture. Then he smelled it: . Sing all you want

The air in the mountain village was thick with the scent of pine and fresh morning dew. For Ion, the sound of the wasn’t just a part of nature—it was his personal, slightly mocking alarm clock.

"Canta cucu, bata-l vina," Ion muttered into his pillow, quoting the old folk song. Cuckoo bird, may its fault be cursed.