Mingalar Zing Aung - The School Nurse's Daughter and the Funny Stories

Great bull race

The monk was not finished with teaching the disciples who had taken refuge at his feet. They had to be clothed and fed, because they were boarding and lodging. That was not all. He also had to investigate what kind of people they were.

One moonlit night, the students had not yet slept after taking their robes. They went out to the railing and looked up at the silver moon. At this moment, the monk came. They gathered around him and sat in front of him, dressed in robes.

The monk...

"Hey, you

"God"

"If you don't want to sleep yet, try to talk to me, okay... who will start?"

It is a test of the students' knowledge of the basics and the basics of the language.

Ngao...

"Please, disciple, show me a good picture of a cow, God."

"Good sir, listen carefully, don't talk."

After this, Nga Thu began to talk about the beautiful cow he had seen.

“The good cow I saw was beautiful, graceful, and well-fed, my lord. But the side next to it was not aligned, and it ran alone, like a ball of butter, without reaching the desired place, my lord. It was a waste of time to run around without being able to run in each direction.”

"Okay, okay....you turn around."

"The disciple's cow is a golden calf."

"Try to tell me how to do it"

"About a month before the disciple was to be sent to school, the disciple's father and son went to the Nga-ming forest to cut firewood. The wood was cut very well, but when they loaded it onto the cart, the cart could not hold it all. Even so, it was about a cubit above the wall, my lord."

"You are too greedy"

"So, before dark, I had to drive to the village, and when I got there, the cart got stuck in a puddle in the forest. My father didn't listen to my disciple's request to put down some firewood. He said he knew about my cow, so he beat the two cows and drove them away. My father's cows are really strong. The cart's rope broke and the two cows, my father, were thrown away. They were all tied to a big tree."

"Is it true?"

"The disciples had to go back to the village and bring people. God, father and the cows had to be tied with ropes and brought down with great difficulty."

"Well...good...good, okay...now it's your turn..."

The child, who was hiding in the darkness of the cave, stepped forward.

"The disciple's cow is a monk."

"Awesome...looks fast"

“About a year before the disciple left school, the monk from Resa Kyaw came to visit the Buddha. The father said that the disciple was not strong enough to take the monk to visit the Buddha in a cart. The disciple’s cows also ran happily, the monk. They kicked the rope and ran between the ropes, so when I let them go, they ran, the monk. The monk reached the Golden Temple before the betel nut was crushed. So the monk said that the monk should get down and looked around, but the monk did not come with him.”

"How come you're stupid?"

"The disciple turned the cart around and hurriedly

As I drove up, I saw the statue at the gate of the temple.

"God"

"I fell off the cart and broke my leg."

"It's not broken, my lord. The chariot jumped and flew up, so it's still in the air. So the disciple had to run the chariot right under the chariot, my lord."

The monk said, “Among all the cows, Ngai’s cow is the best.” The monks and nuns clapped their hands and laughed heartily.