Early one morning, my big brother and I went out on a hunting trip. The rough, grainy sand numbed our sweaty, tired feet as the thick, clean air brushed our faces. A gentle, graceful gazelle pranced in the orange, scorching sun while a tired, jubilant zebra laid down on the dry, arid land.
On the dusty, parched path, there were three pots facing down. My older brother begged me not to turn them up. Without warning, I opened them to face up. My big brother was rigid with fear. On the other hand, I felt amazed because out came an old, magical woman. The old woman asked me to chop a tree down. As I did, out came some amazing things; bulls, sheep, cows and goats, all in flocks and herds.
As we celebrated this incredible event, we began to walk home to our village. On the way we came to a steep ravine. Our parched, dry throats longed for a drink, so we stopped. My brother said, “Drop me down and let me get some water.”
I dutifully did my job. Next he lowered me down. Instead of reaching the bottom safely I began falling to my doom! My brother had dropped me down and left me to die… Waves of betrayal crashed over me like a crane falling down.
Miraculously, menfolk from my village came and found me, lifeless, at the bottom of the ravine. They had followed a magical honeybird, who had lead them straight to me. Streams of relief trickled down my spine when they finally found me.
As the beautiful, scorching sun set, they lowered down a rope to rescue me from the steep, rocky ravine. When we came home we found that news of my discovery had made it’s way back to my village. My older brother fled before I returned and was never seen again.
Now there is a fantastic honeybird who sits in my window and I feed him every, single day.
By Tahmid (Caterpillars)