So red were the rocks that the setting sun made them glow like fire.
Every little bush in the valley was covered with gleaming red sand.
The few white rocks looked like silver in the fiery light.
“Oh, Teni,” said homesick little Mavo, “let us go in and ask Demino to take us to our mother and father.”
But Demino was already climbing down the cliff to get his pony.
The brother and sister jumped with joy when they saw him.
“Oh, Demino!” they said, “are we going home now?”
“Yes,” said Demino.
“May we ride on the pony?” said little Mavo. “I am not afraid.”