Eleven o'clock, near midnight, the buayaki tree near Tikala river in Manado was lightly swaying by the flying foxes.
A cross the river there were bamboo trees covered with softly shaking leaves. It was a windless night but the leaves were now moving. And, the tree started to make a shape. The eyes... The ears... Hands... long... and... wings?
"Run for your life...! It is a KABANASA!"
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