High in the snowy mountains of Lunava Valley, the villagers relied on one winding road to travel in and out of town. It was narrow, steep, and sometimes slippery, but it was their only way to bring food, supplies, and letters from the outside world.
One morning, after a night of heavy snow and thunder, a loud rumble shook the valley. A landslide had crashed down and blocked the road completely with rocks and snow.
“We’ll be trapped for weeks!” cried an old man.
“What if someone gets sick?” asked a worried mother.
Everyone gathered in the town square, not knowing what to do. That’s when a calm, steady sound came from behind them, clomp, clomp, clomp. It was Yara the Yak.
Yara Knows the Way
Yara wasn’t just any yak; she had grown up on the mountain trails and knew every hidden turn, every safe spot, and every sound the mountain made.
The villagers patted her fluffy coat. “If anyone can find a new path, it’s Yara,” said little Tashi, her best friend.
Yara snorted gently and began walking toward the high ridge. Tashi followed with a backpack of supplies. A few strong villagers joined, too. Snowflakes danced in the air as they climbed higher than ever before.
Yara paused at dangerous cliffs, sniffed the wind, and turned at just the right spots. She even stomped on the snow to test for hidden ice.
A Safe Trail for All
After hours of hiking, Yara led the group to a hidden trail on the far side of the ridge. It was narrow but steady, and it curved safely back down toward the valley.
“This is perfect!” one of the villagers said. “It’s not on any map!” Yara waited until everyone crossed, then trotted down behind them. Her hooves never slipped, not once.
By the time they reached the other side, everyone cheered. They quickly marked the trail with flags and signs so others could follow. Now, people from nearby villages could reach Lunava again, and the valley wasn’t cut off anymore.
A Yak Becomes a Hero
Back in the village, the mayor gave a short speech. “We thank Yara the Yak, who reminded us that heroes don’t always wear capes. Sometimes, they wear fur and hooves.”
Tashi hugged Yara tightly. “You’re not just my best friend. You’re our mountain hero.”
From that day on, the new path was named Yara’s Way, and every spring, the village held a festival in her honour, with music, dancing, and Yara’s favourite, sweet apple treats.
And Yara? She never bragged. But every time she clomped up that trail, she held her head just a little higher.
The End !
