Once upon a time in the deserts North Africa, there was a drought that caused all tribes to struggle, but one tribe had more hardships than any other. This tribe, named the Yao called a meeting to discuss the drought and possible solutions for survival. For many weeks the tribe had little luck with finding water and food, causing death to the weakest among them. The ancient stories spoke of a magical tree that always produces thousands of sand pears. But no one in the tribe knew if the stories were true. The story said that at the top of the mountain to the east, lies a spirit that knows the name of this fabled tree. When the tree's name is spoken aloud at its base, abundant fruit rains down. The elders, being very desperate for food, decided to send their finest runner, Boboa, to find the spirit and return with the name of the tree. The next day, Boboa ran as fast as his muscled legs could take him. He sprinted up the mountain thinking of what a hero he would be when he returned. When he reached the top of the mountain he spoke out yelling, "What is the name of the magic tree, o mighty spirit?" The spirit responded in a booming voice, "Fumungo!"  "Thank you spirit," said Boboa. With the name tucked firmly in his mind, he ran back down the mountain. As he returned home, he tripped and smashed his head on a rock. The elders ran for him and asked him the name of the tree. Dizzy, he replied, "Fum. Fum. Fum." Boboa had forgotten the name! The elders met again to decide who would make the second journey to the mountaintop. The chief of the tribe, Zimbo, who was wise, but old and frail offered to go, but the others decided to send the strongest among them to the great spirit. Odo, who was a huge man, made it to the top of the mountain with ease. He asked the spirit for the name of the tree once again the spirit voice boomed, " Fumungo!  With that, the bulky native made it back down the mountain. He thought, "No one is as strong