© Guy Sebeus, 2018
ISBN 978-5-4483-8439-4
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Long ago, there were father and mother.
They were Scythians – people living in southern steppes, on the warm sea shore. And they spent a good half of their life in the saddle. Horse riding, they hunted wild animals, fought for their native land, made long journeys for horse herds.
Once, they’ve given birth to a son.
According to Scythian tradition, the father put the baby into the saddle immediately after his birth. But failed to hold him. The baby tumbled down, falling.
The father was distressed:
“It’s a bad sign!” Well, I’ll call him Tumbler and wait for a year.
A year later, he put his son into the saddle again.
And again – head over heels! He rolled down under the horse.
The Scythian was distressed, but did not show it so far. He waited until his son was three. Again, he put him into the saddle.
And again – flip-flop under the horse’s hooves.