"Why are you sad, Bangar Tree?" Asked, the Diwata. The tree replied, "I am sad because nobody likes me. The birds seem to avoid me because of my odor. Many people want to cut me down because I either stink or stand in their way. I am not beautiful like you!"
The diwata said, "but you are beautiful! Your fruits are treasured as food and dye for hand woven products. Your skin is made into pretty baskets, your trunk as interior of houses and your shade as children's playground. You are the oldest tree in Pangasinan or possibly in the Philippines. They even named a town in La Union after you."
The tree then unabashedly spread it's branches, grew its leaves, blossomed its flowers and didn't mind how it smelled because she is beautiful, loved and real. *diglat- a Pangasinan word for fiction
The boy asked the blind old man, "Do you know where we are?" The blind old man replied, "We are in Princess Urduja's castle in the Kingdom of Caboloan." The boy then said in disbelief, "But you are blind! And what you are saying is just a myth! We are just in a S-shaped building near the seashore!" The blind old man said, "One does not need to see. When you hear the anlong and kansyon, there will always be a silver fish known as Betel, a princess named Urduja and a magical place called Pangasinan!" *diglat- a Pangasinan word for fiction
The girl asked the boy, "Can we withstand the waves of life when we grow up?"
The boy staring at the violent waves answered, "Maybe. Maybe not. But hold my hand tightly, I will be your breakwater against any storm surge..." *diglat- a Pangasinan word for fiction
