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The "Little Brother"
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Under the dim moonlight, a circle of young creatures engaged in animated chatter on the great plains.
"It's my turn! What do you think we should play?" "No, no. It's my turn today! I wanna go fishing!" "But you get the next two days too, that's not fair at all!" "It's not my fault you won't be here for your turn... Plus, I need to practice hunting anyway." "How about I go instead? There'll be tumbleweeds today, and I want to catch the biggest one!" "Alright, enough. Let's do this the usual way — draw lots!" One of them pulled out a handful of wooden strips from their pocket, and the circle instantly closed as everyone picked their lot.
"The triangle mark — I got it!" Someone let out a victorious whistle as the others reluctantly returned their blank strips with pouty faces. And as this was happening, Msafiri was going about his usual hunting practices with his younger brother, blissfully unaware of the shenanigans that were about to unfold. His bright, sharp eyes focused intently on the prey mid-flight. He crouched and sprang up in a clean pounce. The soft feathers landed in his palms right on cue, and so did the prey's small form. His little brother clapped in celebration. "Plop!' said the small pebble that suddenly struck his brother's back. Msafiri immediately locked onto the source of this prank with deadly precision. He was on his way to teach the little troublemaker a lesson when his brother spoke up. "It's fine! That was our signal anyways, heh."
He watched as his brother skipped toward the "secret meeting" and kept watch from a respectful distance. Even kids need their privacy, he thought to himself. However, whether it was the telltale winds or the rush of excitement after a successful hunt, Msafiri's sensitive ears overheard some strange chatter.
"Weren't you guys supposed to take turns? Why are you guys here?" "Taking turns just doesn't work. Drawing lots is way easier! Besides, I got lucky, hehe. Can't blame me for that!" "Well, fine! You know the rules, show me the good stuff first..."
Could it be that his little brother was involved in something written in the sacred laws...? Before Msafiri could put two and two together, the little rascal who had drawn the lucky lot rushed up to him. "Big bro Radarear! What are we gonna do? Hunting? Chase tumbleweed? What it is, I'm your little brother for today!" "You're my... little brother? What do you mean?" Msafiri looked down at the kid with pigtails and expectant eyes. His lips twitched as even more questions popped into his head. "Well, anyone who draws the lucky lot can be your little brother for a day for the price of one fish! I've already paid mine~!" As the answer dawned on him, Msafiri lifted his head and twitched his ears as he spotted his actual little brother sneaking away. Uh-oh, busted! His little brother, who hadn't gone far, shuddered as the gravity of getting caught red-pawed by Msafiri descended on him.
Finally, Msafiri learned why his little brother, who usually complained about never having enough fish to eat, had been sharing half of the catch lately.
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