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.
Bedina arrived, leaning lazily against his donkey, Gogi. "Bacho, that wardrobe is larger than my house. Why not just burn it and tell people it was stolen by a ghost?" "It’s an heirloom," Bacho insisted. "We carry it." DON BACHO & BEDINA daagdo ...
Bacho, realizing the wardrobe was now a projectile, dove into the mud. The wardrobe didn't just fall; it soared. It hit the rocks below with a sound like a thunderclap, exploding into a thousand splinters of oak and antique dust. And so, they walked back up the mountain,
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 ?" Why not just burn it and tell people
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."
At that exact moment, Gogi the donkey decided he had had enough of family heirlooms. With a sudden shimmy, the straps snapped. The wardrobe teetered. "Bedina, hold it!" Bacho screamed.
"Bedina!" Bacho hollered. "Bring your donkey and your pride. We have work."