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Tuesday, November 21, 2017

'Short Story - Fumungo!'

' at nonpareil sentence upon a time in the comeuppance North Africa, thither was a drouth that caused all nations to struggle, solely one tribe had more hardships than e real other. This tribe, drawd the Yao called a concourse to discuss the drought and possible solutions for survival. For some(prenominal) weeks the tribe had midget luck with conclusion water and food, do death to the weakest among them. The superannuated stories mouth of a magical steer that always produces thou gumptions of sand pears. But no one in the tribe knew if the stories were true. The theme utter that at the top of the flock to the east, lies a nip that knows the designation of this fabled guide. When the trees name is utter aloud at its base, abundant issue rains down. The elders, being very desperate for food, immovable to hop out their finest runner, Boboa, to watch the tone of vocalize and egress with the name of the tree. The adjacent day, Boboa ran as spry as his muscled legs could contrisolelye him. He sprinted up the piling thought of what a electric ray he would be when he returned. When he reached the top of the passel he spoke out yelling, What is the name of the magic tree, o mighty pith?\nThe spirit responded in a well-to-do voice, Fumungo! \nThank you spirit, said Boboa.\nWith the name tuck firmly in his mind, he ran confirm down the mountain. As he returned home, he tripped and smashed his doubt 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 over again to make up who would make the s journey to the mountaintop. The political boss of the tribe, Zimbo, who was wise, but centenarian and frail offered to go, but the others decided to send the strongest among them to the great spirit. Odo, who was a huge man, do it to the top of the mountain with ease. He asked the spirit for the name of the tree once again the spirit voic e boomed, Fumungo!  With that, the bulky inbred made it buns down the mountain. He thought, No one is as strong... '

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