On the south bank of Zuli River.
The autumn wind blew off the yellow leaves on the trees. A furry squirrel was standing on its feet in alert and looking around. It relaxed as it saw that the surrounding was clear and started nibbling a pine cone happily. Birds flew freely to the blue sky far away.
It was a magnificent sceneof Autumn.
But, suddenly –
“Clip-clop, clip-clop!”
It was the sound of hooves rapidly tapping the ground. It was noisy and the ground was shaking. The squirrel threw the half cracked pine cone and crawled up a tree in a panic, and the birds were scared away.
High pitched horse whinnies came from far away.