Before one knew it, it was morning. But the path through the floodplain seemed unending. And even after crossing the plain and reaching the main road, one still had to walk a long way down that. Ahedali looked around to steal a glance at the sun, as yet devoid of heat that had just emerged over the mist-laden horizon. He then called out to his son and said, âTwist the cowâs ears hard, my boy! Why doesnât the bloody cow move fast?â
Before one knew it, it was morning. But the path through the floodplain seemed unending. And even after crossing the plain and reaching the main road, one still had to walk a long way down that. Ahedali looked around to steal a glance at the sun, as yet devoid of heat that had just emerged over the mist-laden horizon. He then called out to his son and said, “Twist the cow’s ears hard, my boy! Why doesn’t the bloody cow move fast?”<br /> <br /> Abedali aimed at the cow’s behind and smacked it a few times with the cattle-prod in his hand. The sound of lashing was...
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