"I’ll give you fifty dollars for Drotto,” Brago had offered. “Fifty dollars…” Raj muttered to himself as he continued his journey through the small town. Drotto was his most prize treasure. Before the circus was gutted by fire, he and Drotto had been a team to watch out for. On good nights, he took home as much as hundred dollars. Now, someone is offering him fifty dollars. He shook his head.
He head the rumble and patted Drotto on the side. “I know you are hungry.… Very soon we will be in the plains of Durra and then…” A wisp of chicken soup from one of the open stalls made its way into his nostrils. He sniffed and salivated and wanted to stop. The hunger in his stomach had come alive. It was then he remembered that he had use the last money on with him to pay the fine. Drotto had strayed into a field while he was at the temple and… He sighed. Who could blame an hungry elephant who hadn't eaten for hours.
United by hunger, man and animal continued the journey.
This is my entry for the TO TELL A TALE of a Picture Contest #10 by @dpatcher. The picture was provided by him.
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