While playing, Rema tried to catch Ropuia and in a hurry, he happened to pull his shirt’s pocket. The pocket was hanging loose from the shirt. For a few seconds Ropuia kept looking at the shirt. He couldn’t believe that it was torn. Trying to control his tears he looked towards Rema  and said  , “How can you be so careless. You have torn one of my favourite shirts. I’ll never play with you’’ Hearing the high-pitched voices Rema’s mother peeped out of the window to look into the matter. She saw Ropuia and Rema arguing with each other. Before Ropuia could say anything further, Rema said mockingly, “Hahaha, favourite…thank God it is torn. It is such an ugly looking shirt. I can’t even imagine why you like this shade of muddy brown. Looks as if it was picked from a ditch.’’ Hearing this Ropuia lost his temper and was almost ready to fight with Rema.  Suddenly Ropuia heard his mother calling him home for some help. Ropuia pointed his finger towards Rema and said, “We’ll settle this later.’’