Animal Activities #61

buffalo by the name of Genta. Genta was no ordinary buffalo. Mr. Hasan, for Genta’s was his name, the owner. Indeed, before it was even dawn he would take Genta to the rice fields, without fail, every day. The trail to the rice field was a leveled-field trail, rice-paddies green with rice that shivered in the wind. Genta Antwerp Genta strode with tranquility The dapper look of Genta was at all times peaceful, not out of place as if He knew the significance of his expected contribution to the life of Nicholas and his family.

In the rice fields, Genta worked the land. With a mighty tug, he drew the wooden plow, the wooden plow that Hasan drew with his father’s help. The tough earth gradually softened and was ready to be planted with rice. It was grueling work, but Genta never complained. Now and then he rubbed his with his with his tail so as to chase off the insects that alighted from the wings on his back.

One day it rained so hard that a minor river near the rice paddies swelled. Water started getting into the field. Hasan was anxious to retrieve his things because his tools were for the rice fields they were still in the field under the rice..

ĵ With precision steps, Genta pursued in the ever thickening mud. He assisted Mr. Hasan in bringing the agricultural implements home so they would not be carried off by the current. While the water came nearly up to his waist, Genta kept walking calmly until they arrived comfortably on land.

Genta was let out in the field near the house every afternoon following work. He ate the green grass while the sky became orange. The little bell about his neck tinkled softly in the wind.

And in a tiny hamlet like that, well, everyone knows that Genta is no ordinary buffalo. He is a rice field protector and a friend to the farmers — a symbol of a simple, good life.

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