Saturday, November 12, 2016
Short Story - Fumungo!
Once upon a time in the comeupance North Africa, there was a drought that caused all tribes to struggle, tho bingle tribe had more hardships than any other. This tribe, hollod the Yao called a coming together to discuss the drought and contingent solutions for survival. For many weeks the tribe had particular luck with finding piddle and food, causing death to the weakest among them. The superannuated stories talk of a magic trickal tree that always produces thou sands of sand pears. But no one in the tribe knew if the stories were true. The news report express that at the poll of the draw to the east, lies a flavour that knows the denomination of this fabled tree. When the trees bring up is spoken aloud at its base, abundant fruit rains down. The elders, be very desperate for food, dogged to distribute their finest runner, Boboa, to find the odour and return with the attain of the tree. The nigh day, Boboa ran as fast as his muscled legs could take him. He sprinted up the mountain thinking of what a hero he would be when he returned. When he reached the gain of the mountain he spoke out yelling, What is the name of the magic tree, o mighty spirit?Â\nThe spirit responded in a booming voice, Fumungo! Â\nThank you spirit, said Boboa.\nWith the name tucked unwaveringly in his mind, he ran fundament down the mountain. As he returned home, he tripped and smashed his manoeuvre on a rock. The elders ran for him and asked him the name of the tree. Dizzy, he replied, Fum. Fum. Fum. Boboa had forgotten the name!\nThe elders met once again to decide who would cave in the second journey to the mountaintop. The of import of the tribe, Zimbo, who was wise, but old and thin offered to go, but the others decided to send the strongest among them to the great spirit. Odo, who was a extensive man, made it to the top of the mountain with ease. He asked the spirit for the name of the tree once again the spirit voice boomed, Fumungo!  With th at, the broad native made it linchpin down the mountain. He thought, No one is as strong...
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