Friday, August 03, 2007

YAKITY-YAK: A 100-WORD STORY

Morris was a miserable Mongol.

He was the hindmost in his Horde. Weak of arm, near of sight, with compromised riding skills, there was no chance he would ever amount to anything in the empire of the great Khan.

Worst of all, he hated yaks. Loathed everything about them: their stinking wooly coats, their rancid milk, their stringy meat.

Unfortunately for Morris, the Mongol diet was 98% yak, 2% green leafy vegetables. Clothing? All made from yak wool, including the boxers. Itchy.

And, of course, everyone lived in yurts made of yak-skin.

“It’s enough to make me yak!” shouted Morris.

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