Today, let me tell you a story about a ferocious herd of bulls and a naughty school boy. Someone told me about it and I believe I should share and tell too.
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Once upon a time, there was a playground in a small peaceful village. The lush green grass was soft, fresh and fragrant. The sun was shining bright. There were all sorts of games and hideouts on the playground to keep the children fully engaged and content.
The playground was almost a sacred place for the growing children. They loved the playground so much as it was the one single place where they could meet and make friends, play and have fun, and be themselves.
One day to their great surprise and horror, a huge ugly and most aggressive herd of bulls was seen to have conquered their beautiful park and made it their home. These children had no where else to play. They tried to make the bulls leave but failed. Instead, the bulls would charge, gore and ultimately kill the children who tried.
The children asked help from the matadors, but their pleas fell onto deaf ears. The matadors said, ‘Let the bulls be…they have occupied the place, so it is rightfully theirs’.
Onlookers quickly nodded their heads in agreement and full of sympathy for the bulls, ‘Yeah…leave them alone, the bulls had been driven out of many other playgrounds before this.’
The bulls were very content with their newly acquired ground, albeit the agony they had inflicted on the children. They were relaxing, rolling allover the playground and growing fat and burly in size and large innumbers.
In their attempts to win back their beloved playground, the children started throwing stones (provided by friends from other neighbourhoods) in the hope to chase the bulls out. But more and more children were killed as the bulls hurled their sharp horns into the children’s frail body and trampled their limped remains into nothingness.
After failing all attempts, alas, these children came to accept the fact that they had lost the playground to the hideous ugly beast and chose a very small strip of green area left at the very edge of the occupied playground bordered by a monsoon drain as their new playing ground.
However, very recently, one naughty school boy made his umpteenth effort to gain his rightful playing territory. He threw a few pebbles at the bulls. The bulls were extremely outraged for being disturbed and awoken.The prickly overly touchy quick-tempered spoiled bulls attacked, gored, mutilated and killed not only the one naughty boy but most of those innocent children who were minding their own business, playing peacefully on the narrow strip of green area by the monsoon drain.
And what did the matadors say to the naughty boy? ‘Shame on you little naughty boy, you and the other well behaving children ‘deserve’ the merciless attacks from the poor innocent bulls. If you have not thrown those puny pebbles, the bulls would not have started the rampage and killed your friends.’
To the bulls, the matadors said while waving their bright yellow and redcapes, 'Stop it bulls, stop it this instant! But if you really have to, just attack and rip up to shreds all the naughty boys, spare the girls and the little ones…'
The Chief of the matadors said in his calmest voice while flapping his own colourful cape, ‘emm…as I see it, the blame is all on the naughty schoolboy…he attacked the bulls first with some scrawny stones and left scratchmarks on the bull’s beautiful back. It traumatized the poor herd. Thus, it is only natural and the right thing to do too that the bulls retaliated by wiping out all the children!’
Friends from the neighbouring areas shouted while jumping up and down in one spot, 'Help the children, please help the children, let’s donate our pocket money to buy them chocolates!Matadors, please stop the bulls! We ourselves cannot help because we are all just children ourselves and don’t want to dirty our fancy clothes'.
One group of onlookers shook their head in unison and said, 'Bad move naughty little school boy…really bad move, should have let the bulls baskin the sun peacefully'.
Another group of onlookers said, ‘Hey naughty school boy, you insignificant fellow, you should have just been grateful and thanked the bulls for the tiny strip of green area you are enjoying now.’
Some other onlookers joined in the chorus of giving free advice to thechildren, 'Pity the dead and disfigured children, but they should have known better than to befriend the naughty school boy. Instead, they should make friends with the brutal and ferocious bulls!'
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End of story.
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