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High up the ridge, lightning from the dry storm the night before had ignited a patch of scrub brush near his neighbor’s barn. Because of the cuckoo’s "alarm," Ion was the first to see it. He grabbed his buckets and ran, shouting for the other villagers to wake up.

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 . High up the ridge, lightning from the dry