Wind challenges Sun to a contest of strength.

“Whosoever can remove the coats from the travellers on the road below,” howls Wind, “shall be strongest.”

Wind blows with the force of a thousand hurricanes, and the travellers draw their coats ever tighter around their bodies. 

Then Sun shines, bright and round, and the travellers take their coats off with relief.

Sun with warmth won the day, and I want to be the Sun.

I am Sara Zaltash