Edomcha Thu Nabagi Wari [ Fast ]

The spirit dived and returned with a golden axe. “Is this yours?” “No,” said Edomcha. “Mine was made of iron.”

One afternoon, while chopping wood near the old banyan tree, Edomcha’s iron axe slipped from his hand and fell into a deep, swirling pool. He sat by the bank and wept, for without his axe, he could not work, and without work, his family would go hungry. Edomcha Thu Nabagi Wari

Finally, the spirit brought up the old iron axe. Edomcha’s eyes lit up. “Yes! That is mine. Thank you, kind spirit.” The spirit dived and returned with a golden axe

The spirit smiled and brought a silver axe. “Then this?” “No,” Edomcha said again. “That is not mine either.” for without his axe