It was afternoon when two boys went up the ranch to play.
Outside the fences, they saw an abandoned truck.
They approached it and went inside.
One took the driver’s seat but the other protested and tackled his playmate.
Suddenly, the vehicle closed all its door on its own and started running.
They shrieked so loud that even sleeping forest creatures would wake up.
Rolling downhill, the truck accelerated even faster as it approaches the cliff.
Then the vehicle suddenly stopped.
“Tumigil yata (Maybe it stopped).”
Unhurt, they went out and saw something.
“Hala, punso! (An ant hill!)”
As they hurriedly ran away, a nuno sa punso (goblin of the anthill) looks at his shattered home.