Noni waded into the river. She searched for clay under the cold
water, filling her leather bag with what she found.
She was so busy that she didn’t notice her knife slip into the
water with a splash.
When she had collected as much clay as Dum Dum could carry,
Noni turned for home. She felt for her knife, but it had gone.
‘Where is my precious knife?’ she cried.
She searched and searched, but the river had carried it away
and it was nowhere to be found.
Noni sat on the riverbank.
Tears fell down her cheeks
and on to her tunic.
