Shamal gripped the fringed edge of his flying carpet, barking orders, but his chariot still plummeted downwards. A loose thread flapped against his face.

He clasped the hole to stop the carpet from unravelling underneath him. The carpet slowed, and he managed an emergency landing in a grassy field.

Cattle approached, and Shamal grabbed his red carpet and fled. He ran even faster when he realised the animals had horns.
He sacrificed his carpet and tossed it to the beasts. The bulls ripped it to pieces.

The next day at Magic Rides, Shamal picked a new carpet in Egyptian Blue.

~by Sylvia Heike

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