The Story of Room Bacha and Baki

A folk tale from Tibet

A raven sat on a craggy rock, preening his shiny black feathers. He was a handsome fellow, and fairly sociable. A nervous voice disturbed him and he looked round to see a tree-sparrow looking a little bit lost and rather small. “Yes?” he sat up at his dignified best.

“I’m looking for my flock,” said the sparrow. “We were foraging somewhere around here …