Thawta Swe - Booboo Baeng and a song

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This little boy is a very bad boy. I don't know how he managed to get a passport during the Hitler era. He has been living with us for a long time now, and his cries are so loud that we have unanimously called him "Hit One". Hitler was a Nazi, but he was a narcissist. As for how loud his cries were, "If you scream one time, you won't forget it for three years," said Daw Aye Aye, a graduate of Shwe Nabe University. Some people with knowledge of the time said that if this boy's throat were cut open and examined by a gynecologist, they would find a device like a loudspeaker in his throat.

Not only is he so stubborn that he can't stand people, but he is also very bad in his behavior and is also very picky about food. Now, look, it's "the time for a child to sleep, the time for a couple to rest." The boy who doesn't know how to be a good boy... She's still sleeping. According to his nose policy, we, the couple, who are sleeping in the mosquito net, are rolling around and rolling around, not satisfied with the dinner we had last night, and now he wants to eat chicken soup again. If he kicks his mother with his left foot, he kicks me with his right foot. If he kicks me with his left hand, he kicks his mother with his right hand. His mother, as if it were not his business, is cold and unwilling to suckle her as she pleases, and she just turns her two breasts and lies on her back, her back covered in stripes. So I said, "Hey, Ma Ae, you can't sleep, let's try to get this boy to sleep."

"Oh, you know this child, and if you don't get what he wants, you can never coax him. You're the only one who can coax him," she said, as a good mother would do, and she refused with a frown.....

"Now, little boy, you're a clever boy, mom, let's go to sleep after breastfeeding," he said soothingly...

"I want to eat chicken and rice, but I'm going to have to cook this big breast," he said, pulling me towards him.

"Hey, little boy, this isn't for daddy, it's for the little boy to suck."

"What... why are you so angry? Did you remember that night when I was a little girl?" he replied sarcastically, and I felt a sudden surge of emotion from my calmness.

"This boy is so skinny, you don't want to suck him, you don't want to suck him, it's getting late at night."

"I've never given it, why should I?"

"This is the time when the child sleeps."

"I have a very good sense of humor. I've never been a fan of chicken nuggets before. Will you give me a chicken nugget?" he said firmly, as if trying to coerce me. His mother, who knew me, said,

He was smiling. At their age, people would tell him everything if he asked them softly, so I felt a little embarrassed for him. I didn't dare to speak harshly, but instead spoke in a flattering voice.

"What do you think of my intelligence? Where can I get chicken at this time, you little man?"

"If you know how to catch chickens, you can make chicken stew if your mother cooks it," he even offered as a guide.

"Where are the chickens? The chickens in the house are so small that they have to be cooked and fed whenever people want to respect them." This is true. His cries could not be tolerated, so the villagers begged him to cook and feed him whenever he was hungry, and the two chickens in the house were so big that they were all dead. Even though he had no home, he was still not satisfied, and as a boy who had come from a life of heroism,

"If you don't have one at home, you can steal it from another house," he said, giving me some advice. The advice he gave was not rude. I myself have a passion for stealing chickens and have often stolen them and fed them. But tonight I was too lazy to steal chickens...

"My son said yes, of course, my dear... Now there are chickens near almost every house. The chickens at Arin Ohn Nu's house were also stolen by the thieves. The chicken carrier at Kyi Tharyar's house was sold yesterday. The dog at Mazar Nu's house is very bad now," he said reasonably.

"The whole village of Hajar is just a house," he said to me again. I told him repeatedly, and she was satisfied and started crying loudly. But the whole village was going to curse us and our husband and I, who were going to lose sleep over this, so I didn't dare to speak harshly to her and had to coax her.

"The boy said, 'Yes, but stealing chickens is not easy. You have to know in advance where the chickens sleep, which door to enter the yard, and how to get to the chicken coop. It's not like you're stealing too much. The king will know."

"If you were a big man, the whole village would be watching you from house to house.. You're so weak, you'd steal your wife's clothes, wouldn't you, my dear, one night?"

"Oh, I'll have to rely on my eldest son. My father is weak, not as good as my son. Tonight, my son, bear with me. Tomorrow night, I'll see where the chickens sleep and steal them, okay? The little boy is sleeping... It's late at night, and your mother wants to sleep. Tomorrow, the chickens won't crow, won't you? I'll eat the children, okay? Sleep well, sleep well," he said, patting his back and thinking that it was cold. However, as he had a habit of giving up one if he didn't get one...

"This is a picture of a monk beating a buffalo in the temple," he said, and I was suddenly surprised. "What a strange boy! I've never heard of a monk beating a buffalo in the temple."

"Oh, Dad, the old man from school was lying under the palm tree the other day.. He was very thin and thin."

This reminds me..

"Haha, this is my friend U Pan Sin, so I'm just kidding... it's not real."

"Yes or no, that's all I have to say." I couldn't help but wonder.

“Now listen, a long time ago, there were monks in a school, U Pin Sin, Ko Rin, etc., a total of 19. So one day, a 15-year-old boy died in the village, so 15 monks went to Matha, leaving only four in the school. The four of them were jealous that they couldn’t go, so they, along with their student, the buffalo student, went to Matha and chased the buffalo on the way.”

“There, 8 out of 15 monks threw their spears and ran away. So, the 3 who threw their spears hid behind a tree, so they were called 3 kads. The 4 who fell while running and had to be bandaged, so they were called 4 kads, and later in Pali, they were called 4 vipattidhamas. The 5 buffaloes that were thrown away were called 5 enemies. The 4 who remained in the school were expelled, so they were called 4 apa. So, in the universe, there are 4 apa, 3 kads, 8 raaps, 5 enemies, and 4 vipattidhamas. My father made fun of my friend U Zing, saying, “Now, little boy, go to sleep.”

My son didn't say anything back, only my wife...

"You're not telling me anything, you're a man who's going to break your heart. I've been spat at before for walking around like a monk, like a monk, and I've never remembered that."

“Oh, I said yes this time, think about it. The whole duck I sent you is so good that you can eat it alone. How did you cook it?” I asked, “This duck is not a duck bought from the market. It was bred for 6 months by the disciples of the Buddha. It was fed worms every day. When I caught it last night, I saw that it was delicious and good to eat. I held it in a stall and said, ‘It’s good that you made it with the sweet sauce and ginger that I stole from Daw Kyung’s market basket.’ It was so good that it was cooked specially for the Buddha. It was scared of me, kicked and spat at me. Who is this? I thought, ‘What are you talking about?’ You have already plucked your feathers, haven’t you?”

"Yes, sir. But you can't talk about killing the monk or stealing from him."

"You don't know if you don't tell me... Meat comes from slaughter."

"Oh, but without thinking about these things, I give you a bunch of food as a snack."

“That’s how you get lost,” I said. My wife, who had been a yogi during the reign of King Moe Hnyin, said, “Shouldn’t I be attacking a monk with the Dhamma?” She scolded me with the words of a monk who had obtained a certificate of veneration. I am not a very caring person, but because I was afraid of my wife at that time, I didn’t dare to say anything and just sat there quietly, like a stray dog ​​sleeping in a pile of ashes.

When the women's nature had won and they were satisfied, the baby was breathing normally and seemed to be sleeping. I, who was lying on the bed, went out of the mosquito net with a gesture as if I wanted to drink water and went around the corner and approached the baby's mother. However, I didn't want to let my imagination run wild this night, but my wife took the opportunity to scold me when she could control the women and said things she didn't like.

"Be careful, Ko Taek Pu. I don't know your plans. Don't worry. Right now, you're trying to get my sister, Nyain Nu, to marry the chicken-stealing Infu. What else do you want to hide? Everyone can see that Infu and you are together."

"Oh, I'm not really a matchmaker. I'm just drinking palm juice from this account. I'm a simpleton, I know this guy is no match for my sister-in-law."

"It's not just you, there's already a rumor going around the place. They want to be friends, but you don't want to be involved. Infu is very bad news. They say that Infu steals chickens, drinks palm juice every day, plays cards, and steals cows. Uncle Pho doesn't agree at all."

"I know all this, it's not appropriate for my relatives," he said, explaining all the responsibilities of kinship as best he could, and seemed satisfied with the matter.

"What are you talking about with Daw Sa U Thant Pan Soh? You're very good with your own son and wife. Be careful and don't test me, you know?" he said, and then something happened.

"This can't be true. It must be someone who is jealous of me."

“Aung Mar, don’t you think I’m a person who will be pushed around by others? Don’t you think I saw you flirting with Pan Soh during the incident at Daw Tiew Mi Gyi’s house, where you and your girlfriend were growing onions, and that girl was a little shy and you were a little shy. Now, what else do you want to say?” I asked, my face pale like a puppy that was about to be fed.

"This is boring"

"What's so boring? If you see me flirting with this girl, you'll know. I'm a big fan of T-shirt, you know?"

"I know. I'm afraid of you. Forgive me for being so foolish once, I won't do it again. My beautiful wife, Dani," he said, hugging me and caressing me as he pushed me away.

"What is Ommadani? Ommadani is the embodiment of the Bodhisattva's perfection. You are not a person who will go astray. Don't compare yourself to your wife," her husband praised her. "I didn't mean that Ommadani. You said that Ommadani is red here and that Ommadani is red here."

"Shining"

I patted my head with my hand.

"Oh my god, that's him."

"Hehe.. hehe.. hehe, the woman said, "The boy is already asleep, don't be angry."

I was still standing when I finished speaking. The wise man suddenly sat up...

"I don't give it... I don't give it, I'm so sorry, my dear, my dear, if you didn't give it to me before, now you'll see it," he said, poking the old boy with his broken teeth and knife wounds, like a goblin from a second-grade textbook, and "pointing" at him, making me realize how "my own son" really is.

"You're a bad boy, you're a bad boy, I'm asleep, you forgot," I growled angrily. He scolded me back, "What's wrong with you, you little cow?" I suddenly got angry and pretended to hit him.

But now, with his voice so loud and clear that it's almost like he's been born with a "loudspeaker" in his mouth,