Needless to say it is, that a walk on the wild, or a tangle in the breeze, or a whisper as you wheezed, would make one's mind as clear as an autumnal day with no feer; a shady day with no tears; a shaky wave with no meerschaum to jump in the foam. The mind of our Laddakhi's cat grew so bright that one day, he did see, - but some light -, how to set his life free, for a ride on the wind as sole guide of his breed. Black-jay donkeys brought over from narrow dales, with long hairs (and their ears, I won't go even near), were to go south, towards a distant country, in the nearness of Siam. A land made of goldenly sun, And cherry-red sparkling rubies; A land of pale blue sapphire lakes And dense green cat-eyes's emeralds trees, On the equestrials' flanks were wide bags, large pockets filled with goods, and more space to be taken! That's what thought our wit cat, with the wind as sole guide!

To Be continued ...