Black tea and leather shoe.

For @mariannewest in @freewrite

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Harry rode his horse for a long time. He was tired, sweaty and thirsty. The prairie landscape seemed endless.

Suddenly, he saw something that looked like an oasis. A real oasis, with palms, like one, that could have been in the desert Kalahari.

'This must be a mirage,' thought Harry, "there cannot be palms in the prairie'. Nevertheless, he directed his horse toward the oasis. And behold the miracle. There were palms indeed and the murmuring stream.

Only the strange thing - the water in the stream wasn't colorless but of the strange brown color.

'Damn you!' Harry and appended this phrase with the dirty swearing word. But he was so thirsty that he was considering to taste the water. When he dismounted the horse and came closer, he was surprised by the strange smell of the water. 'It cannot be' he uttered. Nevertheless, this was true. After Harry dipped his hand in the water and licked his finger there were not more doubts in his mind - the stream was not of water, but of the black tea.

Harry got up from the squatted position near the stream and started thinking where he can get the cavity to fill it with the tea from the stream. Now being able to find anything, he took off his leather shoe, filled it up with the clear dark liquid and made the first gulp.