Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – Two Hundred and Thirty-Seven

In all his days Kgabu had never seen water coming from the sky. At first he was afraid and hid beneath Unina, but he slowly grew bolder running among the drops and rolling in the wet grasses. It felt good and he dashed about until his paws were thick with sticky brown stuff. 

It was annoying, so he sat down and carefully cleaned the mess from each of his feet, even the tricky bits between the claws. 

While he worked, the water stopped and ilanga filled the sky with his golden radiance.

Unina smiled, “your face is dirty my son….”

©jj 2019

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