Lencho: Oh God, my prediction has gone wrong!
Wife: Why, what happened?
Lencho: The drizzling has turned into a HAILSTORM
Wife: Oh NO, it must stop right now.
Lencho: It is not in our hands.
Wife: What would we do now?
Lencho: It seems God has planned something else for us.
Wife: We will die of hunger !!
Lencho: Hmmm…The locusts would have left something to eat but it has spoiled everything.
Wife: I can’t bear this, what NEXT??
Lencho: I don’t know.
Wife: We’ll go hungry this year.
Lencho: I have heard that No One dies of Hunger.
Wife: There is no one who can help us.
Lencho: God will take care of us.
Wife: Let’s hope so.
