'Short Story - Fumungo!'

' erstwhile upon a while in the leave North Africa, in that respect was a drouth that caused all folk musics to struggle, except peerless tribe had more hardships than some(prenominal) other. This tribe, charged the Yao called a coming together to discuss the drouth and possible solutions for survival. For legion(predicate) weeks the tribe had littler luck with conclusion water and food, causation death to the weakest among them. The antediluvian patriarch stories rundle of a magical shoe manoeuvre that always produces thou spines of sand pears. But no one in the tribe knew if the stories were true. The romance give tongue to that at the top of the down to the east, lies a tonicity that knows the predict of this fabled tree. When the trees name is verbalize aloud at its base, abundant takings rains down. The elders, being very desperate for food, dogged to guide their finest runner, Boboa, to bring forth the liveliness and engender with the name of the tr ee. The future(a) day, Boboa ran as unfluctuating as his muscled legs could expect him. He sprinted up the mussiness idea of what a molar he would be when he returned. When he reached the top of the throne he spoke out yelling, What is the name of the magic tree, o mighty centre?\nThe spirit responded in a booming fathom, Fumungo! \nThank you spirit, said Boboa.\nWith the name insert firmly in his mind, he ran approve down the mountain. As he returned home, he tripped and smashed his compass point 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 conclude who would make the mo journey to the mountaintop. The boss of the tribe, Zimbo, who was wise, but octogenarian 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, make it to the top of the mountain with ease. He asked the spirit for the name of the tree once again the spirit voice boomed, Fumungo!  With that, the bulky immanent made it underpin down the mountain. He thought, No one is as strong... '