And so, they walked back up the mountain, leaving the "dropped" history behind, already planning how to tell the village they had fought off a pack of wolves to save the empty air.
Silence fell over the mountain. Bacho crawled out of the mud, his face a mask of fury. "My grandmother’s wardrobe! You told me to daagdo ?" DON BACHO & BEDINA daagdo ...
Bedina walked over, wiped purple juice from his lip, and pointed down at the river. "Look on the bright side, Bacho. You wanted it in the valley. It’s in the valley. And we didn’t even have to walk the rest of the way." And so, they walked back up the mountain,
Bacho looked down at the wreckage, then at his muddy hands, and finally at Bedina. He started to laugh—a deep, booming mountain laugh. "You’re right, Bedina. It was getting heavy anyway." "My grandmother’s wardrobe