On a Pleasant Day…
On a pleasant sunny day the man decided to go for a walk in the veldt. The breeze washed light on his face as he stepped outdoors and followed the old foot-path out into the open.
The thin yellow grass was growing about waist high, and the footpath wound its way through the veldt and the rocks. Out on the rocky plain the Kiewiets were nesting. As the man walked through their breeding ground, they dove and swooped down on him from the air in warning. They made loud screaming screeches as they dove down on the man. At the last moment the airborne feathered projectile would serve away, narrowly missing the man. He hurried on through their terrain along the foot-path.
He carried on walking, and his steps were sure, firm, and light. He made good progress with little effort as he walked. It was pleasant out here in the veldt. He walked on un-hurried. The sun shone warmly above. The breeze was light on his face. The clouds drifted aimlessly and tranquil above. The African sun, the African wind, and the African clouds. It was a fine day to be out here.
He carried on walking for a long time, until he came to his resting place by some large rocks under a thorn tree. Here he sat in the shade a while and rested. It had been a good walk, and he contemplated the walk back home through the veldt. The insects buzzed busily and noisily all over the veldt. The birds flew about, and occasionally perched in the branches of the trees for a while. A solitary butterfly fluttered passed him on the light wind.
The man sat in the shade of the tree as the wind caressed his face, and rested for a while, engaged in his own thoughts…
The End.
