The inhabitants of Birabuto Desert, in the land of Sarasaland, woke up that morning with something new in their sands.
There was someone lying next to the oasis. The Bunbuns were the first ones to see him. It was a young man in green and blue, but he was sleeping in a weird position. The leader of the Bunbuns flew closer to him, and then she saw there was blood next to the stranger’s head.
She quickly flew to the closest pyramid and warned the Gao that lived there. The Gao came out of her home and approached the oasis, but she saw there was a Goombo with the young man. Some more Goombos were coming closer, curious of their visitor, and the Bunbuns were still flying over the desert garden. The Gao then decided something had to be done with the stranger, so she walked towards him in order to find out what was happening.
“He’s not moving,” informed the Goombo that had approached the foreigner.
“He might be dead,” said the leader of the Bunbuns. “There’s blood around his head.”
“And he fell on the hidden rock,” noticed the Gao. “I’m afraid this man has almost his whole body broken.”
“But he could be alive!” said the Goombo. “It might not be too late!”
“I think it is,” the Bunbun replied, and then she flew back with her partners.
“We must do something!” the Goombo insisted. “If he’s not dead, we should help him!”
“And if he is?” asked the Gao, looking at the foreigner.
“Then we should at least let our princess know,” the Goombo answered. “He could have something to do with what happened in the Mushroom Kingdom last night.”
“I don’t see what use a dead man could be,” said the Gao pragmatically. “We’re not going to win this war just by informing our princess about every dead person we find.”
“But she might know him!” the Goombo replied. “She’s friends with many people from the Mushroom Kingdom. She should at least know!”
“I don’t agree,” the Gao objected. “Knowing that a friend of hers died in battle could weaken her – and it could have an effect on our army.”
“But it’s not fair!”
“Life isn’t fair, my friend.”
“The Goombo’s right,” someone intervened. “We should help him.”
Both the Goombo and the Gao turned around to see a Fly. They realized they had been surrounded by some more Goombos, a few Bombshell Koopas and three Flies. The one who had spoken seemed to be the leader.
“Our princess must know about everyone who crosses the borders of her kingdom without permission,” the Fly said, “especially if it’s someone from the Mushroom Kingdom. It’s up to her what to do with this man, but our duty, as citizens of Sarasaland, is to take any foreigner to her presence.”
“The thing is, I think I’ve seen him before,” said the Goombo, pensive.
“All the more reason!” the Gao said. “He could be a criminal! Who knows if he’s wanted in any other lands?”
“Oh, please, stop!” the Goombo demanded. “He could simply be a friend of the princess!”
“Whatever he is,” the Fly continued, “we will take him to her presence. Then, she’ll decide.”
“I agree,” said the Goombo.
“Okay, then,” the Gao accepted. “I will carry him on my back.”
“Fine. Then we’ll lift him up to your back,” the Fly concluded.
As the Flies and the Gao worked together, the Goombo looked around at the people that had gathered there. Some of them had started to leave, but the Goombo saw a Bombshell Koopa who was staring at something. Curious, the Goombo approached the Bombshell Koopa and asked him, “What are you looking at?”
“I think the foreigner might have dropped something,” the Koopa answered.
The Goombo looked at the same direction and saw what the Koopa was referring too.
It was a bag. A bag full of weird things. He didn’t dare to touch anything, but he quickly warned the Flies so they could carry the bag to the princess as well. And then he joined the Flies and the Gao on their trip, of course. He would never miss a chance to see their ruler!
Soon after they left, the oasis of Birabuto Desert was as desert as its name pointed out.