Adventures Of Atek

Once in Sikkim a ranch owner, Employed young Atek as a herder. Who dedicatedly looked after the animals, In a pure place where no one travels. He loved to play his melodious flute, Made of the Lepcha bamboo shoot. He played aplenty tunes forlorn, Every night and every morn. A dusk he played the flute in drear, Jyamphi Moong appeared from no where. He saw a Yeti extremely scary, Reverse footed and very hairy. And then a song he did compute, On his exotic bamboo flute. Jyamphi Moong loved his music, But poor Atek! He became too sick. Then he avoided playing the flute, So that the Yeti, he could refute. But the Yeti would not restrain, Insisted that he continued the refrain. He felt like the Yeti's pawn, Being forced to play on and on. Later with a bonfire, Atek was ready, Applying butter on his whole body. Simultaneously, he played the flute, For sure, he wanted Yeti to elute. Yeti applied butter just like him, Especially on each and every limb. The buttered hairy body was afire, The Yeti fled towards the hill still on fire. Ever since Yeti lives in the Himalayan terrain, This is where she likes to remain.