Thawtar Swe - Human Space 0

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Cats are a very difficult animal to socialize. You can carry any cat in your house. They are very friendly. They are gentle. But if you take them outside, even your cat will not let you. As soon as they know you are outside, they will scratch you and struggle to get out of your hands. If they don't like it, it is very difficult to control them.

I didn't notice it at the time. The cat in my house, which I had lived with for many years, was suddenly abandoned by the people in the house.

The cat came outside the house.. “The big cat is clever... The big cat is clever..' I couldn't help but coax it, and it just ran away, scratching me and tearing me apart.

"Dish..."

I was furious.

"I'm a gentle person and Dean is a tough one, so I won't show off..."

I was also very drunk on palm juice. I climbed back onto the roof, tied a thick cloth around one edge, and grabbed the big fish and wrapped it up in one go.

Even so, he was still quite controlled. The big one was five times as big as the big one, weighing over 4 pisas.

When I got to my dining companions, I handed them the package...

"Now... let's see..."

In my opinion, if I had to kill this cat, I would not untie the cloth, but rather try to tie it around the neck and hit it with a good stick.

However, the price

"You're a little late...let me show you..." he said, grabbing the cat by the scruff of the neck and pulling it out, stretching it so that it wouldn't scratch. If the cat were to be restrained, it would stand on all fours and not scratch.

Then, Po Ngwe turned the cat over, raised his palm, and threw it down hard on the hard ground.

Cats, when thrown normally, can turn themselves in the air and always land on all fours. They are affectionately called "cats".

Now, the strong Po Ngwe grabbed the rope, stretched his waist, turned his back, and threw him down with all his might, but Ko Shwe Cat was unable to fall, and instead landed on the hard ground with his back to the ground, thumping and thumping.

Well... the cat is dead.

But it's not easy to turn this corpse into food.

If the skin is peeled, the matter is over quickly. However, it is not good to eat. It does not smell good, and if you tell the truth, it will burn.

He placed it on the fire, scraped off the burnt feathers with a knife. In the end, it was as red as a Chinese roast pig.

Aung showed the fire, cut the sword and said, 'Qin...Qin country, Aung,' and did it.

Once that happens, you can cut it up and cook it. Cats are not as mature as pigs, chickens, or ducks. The older, the bigger, the fatter, the better.

When it is roasted until it is red hot, the outer skin becomes like a rind, with three layers of fat, meat, and bone.

If you have a big cat, roast two legs. Then fry them. Oh...very good, very good. When you say fried chicken legs are good, it's like saying, "I've never seen a river... I think it's a river."

Oh... throw away the liver quickly. Don't think I'll touch it because it's liver. Cat liver is very smelly.....

But don't get me wrong about the gut. It's separated. Very good. Sweet. It's sticking out. .

If we practice raising and eating cats at home, like chickens and pigs, we will have a good dish in Burma. In Thailand, they eat dog meat. Like the fish in the sea of ​​​​Bo Lek Ya, we must propagate the idea that "everyone who is modern eats cat meat."

Now, let's continue our story..

When the cat died, our group went out into the open field outside the village to cremate him. We did a fitting thing, gathering dry branches and palm leaves in a place where the stench wouldn't reach the village.

It was already dark, and if you looked from the village, you could see the lights. There were five of us, two of us were going to steal palm sap, and the other two and I were lighting the fire.

At that moment, a flashlight beam came from the village...

"Hey... little guy..."

My father's voice...

My friends' eyes widened, and I felt a sudden pang of sadness...

"What the hell... Dad.."

"You... took the big cat from the house."

"Yes... yes.. father..."

The flashlight beam was shining on our group, and we could see everyone. We were about to run, almost crouching down, when my father said...

"Well...my son is a scoundrel...after being separated for so many years, my son has not come to me. When he comes, he will..." he sighed heavily and turned back towards the village.

Yes, our father and son have been separated for many years, and now we haven't seen each other for a day.

On December 23, 1941, the Japanese dropped a bomb on Yangon, and the people of Yangon were scattered and scattered. I, who had pretended to be a scholar in Yangon, had to return to my birthplace.

Then the Japanese settled in Lower Burma, and in the first month of the month of Kason in 1942, my father gave me 20 British pounds.

"Son, go to the clerk's office and buy chili peppers and onions for our family's winter food with this 200 rupees," he sent a messenger with a group of people.

The clever son, having just arrived at Nyaung Sar, bought some chili peppers and onions, and before returning, he went to the small village of Thotpho on the other side of the river. As he ran, he saw his girlfriend's family who were fleeing the war in this village. His mother-in-law, who was also in a monastery somewhere, was depressed and accepted him as his son-in-law (in the past, he used to say, "A forest boy... he's just like my daughter) and became a blind man in the toilet" and wrote the following letter to his father.

Father, you...

I'm meeting my girlfriend in the village of Thotpho. I'm going to stay here. Please buy the chili and onion that my father ordered in your town. They're not cheap here. Please leave the two hundred baht for the first time in the market for a child, my dear father.

This money is now less than two hundred. It's only 195 kyats, my father...

May you be healthy and happy.

Brother

I am the kind of child who never supports the wishes of adults and parents and does whatever he wants. My father, knowing about his son, did not object to anything. He said, "You do what you do, you are good, you are bad," and let him go.

I gave 190 kyats out of the 195 kyats to my mother-in-law and started living with my girlfriend in the monastery.

From here, the only thing that was left to do was to go up to Aung Lan Thayek, buy goods, and then go to Kanaung and Myan Aung to sell them. My two daughters-in-law worked as laborers, but they never made a profit. They only suffered big and small losses.

In this way, they lost everything, ate everything, and became poor. When the rainy season arrived, they heard that Yangon was under the Japanese control, so they decided to leave the river and go down by boat.

Oh... I'm at my mother-in-law's house.

My mother-in-law bought a horse-drawn carriage,

I drive.

My father was saddened to hear this.

What kind of city manager or assistant manager would want to be a city school teacher? What kind of adult parent would be able to handle the city when they have reached the point of becoming a galiwala?

For me, since I have this wife at this time, my mother-in-law can do whatever she wants without hesitation. (As I write this, my wife is so disappointed that she is almost flirting with another man.)

After more than 2 years of this, I had a daughter.

When I first left home, it was only a half-day journey by ox cart from Kanyaung Sari and our village, and my father expected me to return in two or three days. But now, even after two or three years, my son has married a wife, a horse-drawn cart driver, and has never returned to his father, even though he heard that a child had been born. During the war, my father had to deal with the news and gossip of his son, who was driving a horse-drawn cart in the war-torn city of Yangon.

I also want to see the beautiful face of my newly married son. I also want to see my daughter-in-law, whom I have never met. I also want to hug my granddaughter. In addition, my old father, who is in poor health, is having a hard time traveling in Japan. So, my son, come.

I can't come yet, father.. My son has to drive a horse-drawn cart every day to eat, so only father can come.....

Okay...so...I'll try to come too...and you try to come too.

Yes... I will try my best...

The father and son tried their best and succeeded, as if they were creating a divine vision.

The parallel success story is that on the same day, on the same morning, a father and a son left their respective homes. In the evening, the son arrived at his father's house, and the father arrived at his son's house. The father was in a car and the son was in a train, so they did not meet on the way.

"Hmm... they're just trying to figure it out..."

Hey...it's not just about arriving...

"My son will come back when he knows I'm here. I'll wait until my son returns."

The father, who had never met or seen his son before, introduced himself to his daughter-in-law and son-in-law, and waited for his son.

My son said the same thing...

"My father... he won't come back to see me... I'll just wait for my sister, who hasn't come for a long time."

It's been 3 days..

"Well... my son is waiting for me at home..."

The son said

"Well... my father is waiting for me over there..."