It was early morning in Mali when Kuto awoke from his slumber. The sun had not yet risen, but the sky was aglow with the light of dawn. Kuto yawned and stretched his arms, before getting up from his bed and making his way outside. He walked towards the nearby river, where he knew he would find some fish to catch for breakfast.
As he neared the river, he saw a black cyclist cap lying on the ground. He picked it up and brushed it off, before putting it on his head. It fit perfectly, and made him look like a true Malian fisherman. He smiled to himself as he continued down to the riverbank.
The water was calm this morning, and there were plenty of fish swimming about. Kuto patiently waited for one to bite at his bait, before quickly reeling it in and adding it to the bucket by his feet. He caught several more fish in quick succession, until soon enough he had enough for breakfast – both for himself and for his family back home.
With a satisfied smile on his face, Kuto headed back home with his bucket of fresh fish in tow..