Mongolia
It was time to bring the sheep back home. Batsaihan leapt onto my bicycle and raced off in the direction of some sheep in the distance. I could just see the solitary figure on his make-believe horse. He’d never do the day’s work on that! Meanwhile, his regular mount stood redundant. (Where had Batsaihan learned to ride a bike, anyway?) (from "Against the Wind" - Poolbeg Press)
