From the oral account of Carlito Sevilleno of Escalante, Negros Island.
One dark night together with my father we heard the sound of Kikik and Tiktik bird flying around our hut. We knew that the flying aswang was just around observing us. Then my father shouted at them.
"Hey,amigo you're hunting your food tonight. Please share with us your food for we have no viand tomorrow," said my father.
Then the sound of the birds vanished. The next morning my father found out a large milk fish bangus, lying at our doorstep. We wondered who brought it. We were amazed why our dogs, just lying beside the fish never bothered to taste the sparkling and fresh milk fish. My father knew it was the work of aswang. They fooled our eyes but father knew it was not a fish. It didn't smell like fish. He hang it the whole day and to our surprise, it never rot nor dried up.
Father grilled it in the open fire and we wondered that its smoke never smell like fish. Instead, what we smell is an odor of a rotten wood soaked in water for a long time. When the fish was cooked, we threw it to the dogs but the dogs ignore it as well as the cat. Then we gave it to the hungry pigs but the pigs simple look at it. Now, we knew that it is not a fish for the animals has keen senses than us and they can't be fooled.
Father ordered us to threw it on the creek. He held the fish and murmured incantations against sorcery. When we threw the fish on the water, it changed into a piece of wood that slowly sank as it was carried away by the currents.
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