The 3 Little Dassies

The 3 Little Dassies

The little dassies were almost grown up and it was time for them to find their own place.

Mimbi, Pimbi, and Timbi waved good-bye to Mommy, Daddy,

aunties, uncles, and all their cousins and set out for the distant mountain.

"Come and visit us!" they shouted.

"A place cooler! A place less crowded!

A place safe from big eagles!"

The sisters traveled all day and all night across the Namib Desert,

arriving at the foot of the mountain the next morning.

"This is where we will live," they agreed excitedly.

"Welcome," a squeaky voice called out from the scree.

It came from a handsome, smiling Agama Man.

"No one has lived here for a long, long time.

Just me and a family of eagles up on the mountain."

Eagles? The three little dassies shivered in the hot, hot sun.

Where would they build their houses?

Mimbi eyed the long grasses.

"These grasses will make a lovely cool house," she said,

and she set to work cutting, twisting, braiding, and bundling.

She finished in no time.

"Be near and dear, sisters," she said, crawling inside for a nap.

Pimbi spotted pieces of driftwood, silver from the sun,

lying in the sand of the dry riverbed.

"These will make a fine wooden house." she said,

and she set about collecting as many pieces as she could find.

When it was finished, she hung up a hammock and called out,

"Be near and dear, sisters, while I rest my eyes."

Timbi looked at the rocks around their mountain.

"I will make a stone house," she said,

"but it won't be as easy to build as one made of grasses or sticks."

And it wasn't.

She had to work all day in the hot sun to get it finished in time to sleep in it that night.

Agama Man had been watching them.

He was happy they were staying on.

He had missed having company.

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