Hooded against the heat, the kampung lad brought a bucket of water over to the horse & cart. A drink first for the beast, then each of the shod hoofs was splashed, following which the tail that rested in a sling stretching from its hind quarters to the front of the carriage. Reddy-brown, thick, long & handsome tail, taking a curve in order to fit there. The coat of the horse was a couple shades lighter, with less of red. In the light of the late morning sun the colours glimmered. A little puddle remained in the sling afterward, where a portion of the tail rested. Banyak, many times this was done for the beast through the course of a day, the lad answered the question. Standing & trotting in the hot sun throughout, understandable. Early evening last night, not long after maghrib when setting out for the meet with Mahshushah, another horse on Malioboro had become unruly and climbed into the potted plants along the gutter. Couple dozen spectators with cameras had gathered to watch the men settling the animal, one in front at the horse’s head as it swung and bared its teeth; another behind was turning the sling that had been twisted round. In front the horseman in his fancy attire may have gotten a little nip on the hand in the process, as far as the bit in the mouth would allow. Unflustered, the man continued, calmly and patiently. Again, skittishness under the hot sun all day perfectly understandable. How people coped so equably themselves without ever any kind of temper or annoyance recalled in how many visits to Java was the question. Not a single eruption, nor anything like, a year and more altogether. Čeljade trpi što magare nebi, Bab used to say surveying the human scene. A person endured what was beyond a donkey.
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