The Wild Boar Revenge

Wild boar…

When you sit on the bus for more than an hour in the morning, your mind wanders from one place to another…

I think it has something to do with the mood you are in at that time…

A short while ago today, my memory flashed back to the past when I saw a small incident… Let me tell you the incident..

I am sitting in a double seat near the window, all three of us, next to me is an uncle who looks like Mr. Joe. Next to me is a teacher. That teacher is wearing a handloom saree that looks like a bed seat.. She is walking a little closer to the color of the uncle's saree.. When the teacher gets off, the children and teachers get off the bus in a hurry

As the teacher got up from the bus, I thought that the sari was Uncle's sari without looking at it… And Ding, they have to hold a free exhibition of wire scarves for the school children…

Like Uncle gave it to me, I used my hands to protect myself from the shame I had just experienced. The teacher who had been sitting on the bus turned into the color of a ripe gooseberry… How these women also change color like lizards…

Okay… Now I'll tell you the story that came to my mind.

This is a scene from when we were kids. In the past, the whole village would get together during the New Year.

The women would paint the houses with dung, the men would paint the gardens with lime, and the men would plant the kelp cans…

They would gather in the middle and clap their hands…

A single man of about forty years old who was in a group like that… A single man means his own.

To an innocent creature who buys the things he needs from various shops instead of taking a single shop home for his needs… let's call him Mahatung.

Somewhere in the country, a politician who is building a country is giving a talk to ten people at the level of beating them alone…

The one who is in that group is the one who has come to the padma with two or three characters, so he is just like a braggart… My uncle Sumane started to tell his grievances..

"Oh, my lord, how can you not save even one of my coconut plants because of this pig's behavior.. If I catch one, I will eat it.."

"The pig ate the coconut plants, or not… If I catch one, you will not eat it.. Oh, go away, Sumane, brother.."

The man is on the roof..

"It is not good to beat them.. If you have a five-piece torch, it is not a big deal to chase the pig away…"

The lorry is talking…

"Hey, hit it with the five-piece torch Can you kill pigs, sir? An innocent villager, Aman Some, asked with wide eyes and leaning towards the master.

"No, you have to hold the torch in the animal's face at once, then the animal will fall into flames.. That's the kind of thing that the mill has taken.. The pig's stomach…"

No.. It's true, Aman Some's mouth was wide open, and all nine and a half teeth were visible…

"Did you hear that? "Oh, I can hear the sound of the pig coming and making the bed dirty."

Sumane's mother said, turning her head to the right…

The man who was in a state of shock came down to the game right then. Margaret, don't be afraid, I will show you how to give the pig soap. The man gave the five-piece torch to the poor Soma, saying.

"Don't be afraid, sister Margaret. I will show you how to give the pig soap." The man, who had asked Margaret to give the millstone, jumped out and slammed the door…

"Soma, as soon as I told you, you immediately turned the torch on the pig's face.. I am a fool."

The man secretly told Soma, shortening his hair, waving his arms around, and picking up the millstone, saying, "A little bit."

The poor Soma, who had immediately turned on the torch, pointed it at the pig's face. Allee..

The pig, frightened by the light and the noise, ran towards Mahatung before he could even think…

The pig that ran quickly, throwing a sharp blow between Mahatung's legs, did not just run, but also covered Mahatung's face with the unwashed hair and sarong that had not been washed in a month. The Mahatung who was in the civilian was bleeding and almost dying…

The Mahatung walked on his feet again after two months. Twenty-two stitches were put on his thigh… The boys said that the unregistered spare parts set was also lying on the ground…

The best scene is when the escaped pig also falls into a hole and becomes a pig. The boys tell one story after another. One says that the pig died because it was allergic to the sarong that could stand like a barrel full of hair. Another says that the Mahatung jumped out of the pit because of

The disappointment he had seen in the civilian…

That day, The gentleman has stopped eating pork since…