An interesting aspect of the story is the ordinariness and everyday reality of the angel. He is old, dirty, smelly, threadbare, disgusting, and subject to illness (he gets chicken pox at the same time as the boy [paragraph 11]). Pelayo hence throws him into the coop with the chickens, which pick at the parasites on his wings. He speaks in a strange dialect that to the ignorant natives resembles Norwegian. Pelayo and Elisenda capitalize on his presence, and make a profit by exhibiting him to the locals. The doctor who examines him remarks about how well his wings are structured as a part of his body. The only thing the angel can finally eat, out of the things that are offered him, is eggplant mush.