Berihun: A 60 word story

Let him be our gate, our guidance

6 eggs cradled in grass in his backpack

Horses wild

He reached out his hand at the river crossing

An underestimated cook

I will ride ahead.

A blue scarf wrapped around his head for warmth

Popcorn

Red-hot pokers burn amidst Lobelias

Whips crack on animal backs

We will find a goat for you.

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