vegetables. We collected them too. “Is this still the Gobi or a new paradise?”
“We should go now, right?” Erlos asked me. “We shouldn’t be too greedy, so we should only
take what we need.” I nodded and we were off on the horses, our urns and bags bulging with our
great find.
We made our way back the same way we stumbled in, sweating rapidly under the afternoon sun.
“Grandma?” I called when I reached our hut. “Yes, yes, come in darlings!” she sing-songed as
she opened the door for us. “You won’t believe what we found! Gold, vegetables, vessels and most
importantly, water!” Erlos and I shrieked together, tipping the treasure onto the table.
“Did you find the hidden tunnel?” My grandpa gasped. I stared at him, my eyes enlarged. How
did he know about the tunnel? “My ancestors, who lived hundreds of years before, told us about
the tunnel and only people who were kind and not greedy would be able to enter it. None of us
have seen it.” My grandpa concluded. Erlos and I continued to stare at him. “I can’t believe it’s
true!” he replied disbelievingly.
“Do you think we can go there for water and food every time from now onwards?” Erlos asked
my grandpa. “Well, I guess so. In the tales that I’ve heard of in the Gobi, the treasures are only for
those who can manage them.” he responded with a twinkle in his eyes.
