It was a very dark night and I was going to our village all alone. My mind was full of fear. The wind was whistling in the trees overhead. At times, I heard the cry of a night bird.

The road passed by a cemetery. The old men of the village had told us stories of how they had seen ghosts here, and how the ghosts played with human skulls. And as I approached the burial site, those fearful stories crowded my mind.

I remembered that there was a thorny bush on one side of the road. But it was so dark that nothing was visible easily. As I approached the bush, I heard a rustling sound. Then all of a sudden, it stopped.

I was at my wit’s end. There was something in the bush. Taking courage, I took a step forward. Again, I heard the sound. Something of a greenish colour was in that bush. Gathering my courage, I went nearer and found two large eyes watching me.

I could not flee nor could I do anything. I was rooted to the spot.

Then suddenly there was an ear-splitting cry and a grey form bounded out of the bush and ran away.

“Ah! A donkey...”

I could breathe again. A donkey after all. I laughed and I laughed.

This is a funniest incident that I have ever experienced and one that I will never forget in my life.