The Story of Eyawn

This is my story. My name is Eyawn. I am very close to things. Most of the time, I am used for carrying things around from one place to another. Occasionally I have the little ones being placed on me to let them have some fun trying out the ride. My owner would place a wooden piece with cloth on me so that the items can be put onto the wooden piece to hold the items for moving.

This has been my life for a long time. Occasionally I also see another of my kind, also doing the same occupation as me. We would chat and how heavy are the loads and what are the experiences we have had in our journeys. Usually we would also bring up ancient stories of our fathers like the time where one of our fathers was given the privilege and power to talk back to the owner in their language, warning the owner of a sword-drawn angel blocking their way.

That was so awesome. Sometimes the load can be so excessively heavy that we hope we can speak up and tell our owners to lighten up. Talk about lighten up, I got an opportunity to lighten up - an opportunity to be giving a ride to a very special person where I too was privileged in the process.
Here is my story.

A man came by to speak to untie me. Someone asked him what he was doing. This man replied, "The Lord needs it." So I was released and followed this man by the rope. A while later, we reached a particular house and there came out a man who was gentle and full of grace. He took his seat on me as if he was taking up position on his throne.

As we moved, we journeyed to a pathway that was leading through the outskirt of the town. We were moving towards the city. As we moved along, behind us were a trail of what looked like his followers. This man was really exceptional. I have seen trails of soldiers following behind armored-manned chariots led by war horses. They were awesome.
But these were ordinary people, some who smelled like fish while others the smell of the marketplace.

As we entered the city, there were already crowds of people in the front. It looks like they were all excited to welcome this man. They also had palm leaves laid on the ground to path the way for our entry. This man is treated like a king and I his steed. Wow, what an honour! The people also sang as they welcomed us. We indeed were treated with a king's welcome.

I wondered who this man was as he dismounted and entered this house. As I was led back to my owner, I remembered stories from my mother who also had the privilege to give ride to a special person. That special person then was with child and together with his husband was looking for a place to give birth.

Surely that day was an eventful and memorable day for me.

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