Fiction| 8 min read
I first learned that Ditha was a human when my father one day tested my learning about numbers and counting. "Son, how many animals are in our courtyard?" he asked me one afternoon in early fall before the winter rain began. Ten," I replied with a triumphant smile. "No. Try again," he encouraged. Eager to prove my prowess, I counted on my fingers to ensure none were missed."Three goats, two cows, one buffalo, one horse, one donkey, one dog, and one Ditha." "Oh, no, son. Ditha is not an animal.