On returning from the Village of Kuzomen found the little horse hanging by our camper again. This time, with more than one beer inside me, I thought it a good idea to get on the animal that, apart from attempting to bite at my legs, took this abuse quite calmly and gave me a ride around our camp.
I want to take the baby home! But ultra-realistic Alexandra would not let me. Instead, she made me take a shovel and chase the poor creature, rejected by his herd still hanging around Kuzomen (disregard the previous post mentioning that they had been taken to Chavanga) away from our desert home.