Caption: It is accepted with the left hand under the elbow, it is ceremonial, it is a dietary staple. Horse milk is sacred.
The whole family ran from the house. The heavy wind dragged through the valley. The men wrestled the mares to the foals and started them feeding. The women ran from horse to horse and filled their buckets with the white and creamy milk. Rapidly the family worked through the whole herd until as quickly as they appeared, the horses were once again alone.