Thawtar Swe - Discussion

A good chicken

My wife May’s birthday is on October 18th, and every year when this day approaches, I get a headache. Because they are Christians, and if they don’t celebrate their birthday according to their traditional customs, it is a very important matter, as if they were going back to their mother’s womb. Her relatives in Yangon ask, “What will we celebrate this year?” The sisters in Taunggyi, according to their Christian tradition, send birthday wishes to God for each sister. So even though it is October 10th this year, May still speaks to me.

"I want to serve coconut milk noodles for my mother's birthday this year. How many chickens should I cook at home?"

As you know, I am a chicken farmer and raise a variety of fighting chickens at home. Among these, the hens and the roosters that seem to be unfit are sent to the pot.

"How many pounds of chicken do you want, and how many people do you plan to invite?"

"I can't eat much. I have to share with my family and my family, and I only have about 6 pounds of bread, so I only have about 3 pounds of chicken."

"Coconut Kooka"

"About 5 or 6"

Nowadays, in Yangon, a coconut costs 5 to 6 kyats, and a chicken costs more than a pound. If we had to buy these things from the market, it would be very difficult for us. But fortunately, I have someone who will give me coconuts for free. Dr. Hla Maw from the Sanpai farm. He has many coconut trees in his farm, and he said, “If you want coconuts, come and pick them whenever you like.” So I took someone who could climb the coconut tree and bought 5 big, ripe ones.

When I picked out a 70-year-old female, 3 80-year-old males, and an 8-month-old male rooster that weighed about 100 pounds, I picked them out of my yard. Although they were fighting cocks, they were still small and not strong enough to be used in a fight, so I chose to put them in coconut milk noodles without even thinking about it.

However, his fate 

Since the chickens were to be fed on October 18th, I had to cook them all day and night on the 17th. On the evening of the 17th, a group of chicken breeders came to my house with one of their chickens...

"I didn't get to fight again today. So, teacher, let me jump over the chicken for two more jumps."

Here I must tell the readers the idea of ​​the chicken farmers. A chicken was put in the ring today to fight. But it was not ready to fight and it was not fought. Then this chicken was forced to fight with another chicken for a short time during the day. I cannot say why, but it is usually the practice of chicken farmers. When the chicken was beaten, it jumped over its feet and said, "Just jump a little, chicken farmers say, if it has long claws that can hurt the other bird with one blow, it is forced to fight with a cloth so that it cannot pierce the claws.

Now their chick, who has returned without having to fight, is a sharp little chick, but my chick will soon be blunt.

"Now...it's too late, don't be so cocky...let's just let it go so we can see how hot your cock is."

They liked it very much.

However...

However

As they watched the two chickens clucking, their faces changed. The kind of faces that change as their thoughts and opinions diverge.

Because my chicken is more independent than theirs...

The rooster said, "Their rooster is big. They are old. Their rooster is ready to fight after milking. They are plump and plump. My rooster has never fought since I was a rooster. But my rooster is stronger than their rooster."

"Oh...if this little guy can't break free from this bubble..."

“Aung Ma.. Fawn Lay will throw you out, both the road and the knowledge are better.”

"Floating four feet is also a pain in the ass."

"We can destroy all the roads of the purple"

One by one they started talking. They were praising my baby chicken. “Puff” was the color of my baby chicken’s feathers. “Purple” was their chicken.

After about 10 minutes of clucking, I changed my mind about my baby chicken.

"Now...you still don't want to eat it, right? Your cock is so sharp and so hard that it's going to hurt my child's eyes." Knowing that my cock was fine, I started to worry.

"Aungmalay... don't worry, teacher, the purple feet won't reach the teacher's chicken head. I'm even more brave than the teacher's chicken. Hey, here... ten baht, who will pay for the evening meal and drinks?" -

Here, someone said, "Really?" and reached for the ten-ton gun. I said, "Oh... don't do that. If you really fight, how long will my cock last? It'll be too long and it'll be too weak and it'll be too tired."

"Ha... Teacher Chicken is not that weak, he is not weak either, he can fight, teacher, he can fight, he can fight in a straight line, he can't fight when he is injured, I think he will fall in one round, Teacher Fong Lay's fight is only between the eyes and ears of that chicken."

His guess was correct. After another 5 minutes, the chicken fell down. Everyone was surprised to see that it was upside down......

"Huh... I'm sure I've missed a lot of places."

"Okset... Okset, pick up the chicken."

My chicken was struggling to climb and pull the goat, and the chicken owner picked it up and treated it. Although it was cured, the chicken did not peck for much longer. When the second round was over, it ran away screaming. The chicken owners were surprised and happy......

"The injury is real, you're a good teacher."

I am also happy...

"I thank you, if it weren't for the milk, I would have put this chicken in my coconut milk noodle soup tonight."

"Don't do it, teacher. Buy two others instead. I'll give you 5 wi now."

“Aung Mar... can you give me a hundred for the chicken that runs and throws the chicken for fifty?” “Then I’ll give you only one hundred.”

He really bought this good breed of chicken, but I won't sell it no matter how much I pay.

“Aungmalay.. don’t buy it, I have chickens, but I have to fight with you. If this chicken goes down, I will go with you.”

So they all happily took turns holding my baby chicken.

"The chicken is a little bit shy, but it's a good idea to sit with a chicken, not a lion."

"The color of the fur is also the right fur, it's clean."

"There are girls this size in the group, her heels are about 8 inches."

The height of a rooster was measured from the base of the foot to the tip of the wing bone, which was measured in ancient times with coins. According to these coins, the height of a rooster was called 8 feet, 9 feet, 10 feet, 11 feet, etc. Among the roosters, 8 feet is the shortest and smallest, while 11 feet and 12 feet are the tallest and largest.

"If his cock is sitting on the cock, come here, you'll get sick."

"I like him a little taller, he's good at looking down, and I just hit him from below when I hit him."

"It's rare to find a foot that can break through like this, sir. Where did you get this chick?"

"My house is closed"

"Mother... is this the only one?"

"The chicken pox has spread to the calf, and there is only one left. It's a mother's fault."

"What kind of mother is she?"

There is a saying that people are chickens. For fighting chickens, it is very important that the parents are authentic and good.

"His mother is from Nattalin, and Ko Maung is also a chicken."

“Come on...that’s why it’s so good.” (Ko Maung Lang passed away in 1976, but chicken farmers in Yangon know him as a great chicken farmer who raised thousands of chickens and fought thousands of times.)

"What about milk... father?"

"My father is a shepherd."