Collection of Novels - Easy Way and Other Magazine Stories

Cows were created to be used by humans. This is a tradition. Can no one break this great tradition? Can't they be overthrown?

He was thinking all the way. He couldn't see the bulls following behind the little cow, "Yuwadi."

He only remembered when the old man grabbed his neck. He gently pulled him away. When he reached the back of the house, he saw two other people. They were holding ropes in their hands. The old man and the other one were holding him. He had realized... he knew. He had been tied up. He jumped violently. The old man fell. He ran away too. But how could he run far? The gates of the yard were already closed. Soon he was back in the hands of the old man.

They laid him down. Both his hands and feet were tied with ropes. He couldn't move.

"This cow is so hard to handle... other cows aren't like this," U Boe Lu groaned.

He screamed and struggled. Something was stuck in his nostrils, and he could barely breathe. Tears started to fall. He couldn't see anything nearby, and he just kept screaming.

When the ropes were untied and released, a finger-length rope was stuck in his nostrils. It was hard to resist the temptation to steal.

He looked at the three people nearby with tear-stained eyes. None of them had the same nose wire as his.

"This is how cows are treated, Maung Jo Taung..it's a tradition." When they arrived at the stable, the cow urinates and comforts them.

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Soon, Jo Taung had to bear the yoke. Sometimes he had to carry water, sometimes he had to carry firewood. In the early spring, he had to plow the fields. In the winter, he had to thresh rice. When traveling, U Bo Lu used him because he was faster.

However, when he was following the cow, he forgot his tiredness. If he was a cow, he would not shy away from any cow. They said that he was the oldest in the village. Sometimes he would even follow his mother. They were already blood relatives and did not know each other anymore. Once, he told the whole story.

“It’s a good idea to keep that rule.” “Huh.. How can you remember Po Jo’s name?” “It’s hard.” “Don’t make it hard.. It’s become a tradition in our cattle world.”

He was thinking deeply about the problem. But he couldn't think for long. He heard voices talking about him from upstairs.

"When will Joe be imprisoned?" U Bo Lu's female voice.

"I've ordered Ko Bo Hla from the southern village tomorrow," U Bo Lu replied.

"Well, if you hurry up... it's too late, I can't catch it, it's just following the cow."

"Oh, cool.. so when are you going shopping for your son's wedding?"

“I still need about ten more days.” “Have you bought things for your daughter?”

"This is not my problem... the groom will see to it."

After saying that, they fell silent. Joe Taung's heart started to tremble from listening. "Ko Sao... did you hear what they were saying?" Joe Taung asked. "Okay." "What?" "They're not going to throw you away." "What's the matter?" "They're going to make you not follow the cows as much." "How?"

"Huh... this guy is so far away, he's going to punch you in the balls and pull you out."

"Oh my god... you're dead."

"I'm not dead.. This is a tradition in the world of cattle."

"It's going to hurt a lot."

"It hurts, it

"Yes"

Joe Hung let out a sigh as he chewed on the straw.

* * *

Joe entered the stable with a huff and puff, gritting his teeth.

"I'll do whatever I want, and I'll hammer this one too."

He stood by the grass, groaning. -

"It was the same when we were young"

Mann Tin Kyan So spoke from the place where he was sitting.

"My dear, I'm sick... I'm sorry, but being a cow is still good... I don't have to work, I don't have to get my testicles cut, I'm just a bad boy."

"Stay away... just endure the tradition"

"You're trying to be traditional."

Joe Daung shouted angrily.