Pudding (aprés Pocinho)

She picked an object and called it tolok. Then another one, and called it tolok. Another, tolok. Then a fourth. She hesitated, but after a while, called it molak. After that, she picked many objects, calling these tolok and those molak. Suddenly she found a new object, made of indecision: was it tolok? or molak? perhaps talak, malok, something altogether different? She compared tolok and molak objects, weighting them, smelling them, watching them with eyes closed. Finally she said, "I'll call you tolok, but also molak when I need to".
(after António Pocinho's text Tolok)