House fly and Stupid

     Upon a foul age, lived there in the hustle and bustle of a crowded city of Yongphula a fool and his

much-loved kitten whose only narrow survival did manage to thrive through the times the

exhausted fool gathered at the end of the day few coins by paying his service as a waiter

in the nearby restaurant. One bitter night, as he lay asleep with his kitten nestled in his

arms, a nasty house fly sometimes danced on his wide open mouth, and often times

awoke him from his deep slumber infuriating him but to no limit. Like an angered tiger

roaring it unbearable message he flew his blankets off his rusty bed and started chasing

the fly vigorously. He climbed on the table, jumped off the bed, kicked the pots and

pans, and punched the blank walls, yet to no avail. After few hours he resorted to silence

simply helpless gazing at the fly making rounds and nipping at his stuff elsewhere.

     Early morn the next day after sleepless night, the fool left for his regular work. But

before leaving me made sure of the traps he had laid at all corners of his rooms, in

kitchen and at the door. He would never let the fly go away as he had set it at the mercy

 of those malicious traps.

     Then in the restaurant, he attended at the commands of his manager, served the hostesses,

visitors, and cleansed the tables.  At the eventide, a huge, over-weighed, bald headed man entered

and asked for a plate of rice and chicken chilli dry. And the fool served him, placed his stuff on his

table. Suddenly the man asked the fool to watch his food for he had to visit the washroom. The fool

stationed himself at the table guarding the food. After few minutes the man returned. The man, with

his meagre form shouted at him and said “Did I not ask you to watch my food you fool, insolent,

pestilent, hopeless fool? Then what about these flies dirtying the food?” the fool was taken aback by

his venomous words and replied with his humble gentleness, “Yes Sir, I watched your food but since

you didn’t ask me to chase away the flies if they ever attacked  it I just kept watching it”. Then the

solid man pounced on him like a furious cat, punched and bruised him.   The dejected and desolate

fool then at night returned from his work with absolute dejection. He flung his door wide open

banging against the wall behind, wanted to see the fly trapped but to his horrid surprise he saw his

only kitten upside down, cold and breathless. Few flies were warbling around it, humming and then

again flying away.

   

      His teeth clattered, nerves tinged, the blood boiled inside him and shouted at the traps, ’Did I not

ask you to trap those villainous flies you traps, you insolent, pestilent, hopeless traps?’  There wasn’t

any reply. He then covered his head wandering for vicious idea to trap those desperate flies.

     The next morning he brushed, broke his fast, and dressed. Then he applied tremendous, huge

amount of hair oil on his head and upper garment. He thought that if flies ever dare to come around

him or touch on any part of him would slip away as he had made himself so slippery and would be

 dead.  He entered the restaurant and greeted his manager. The manager like the eyes of an owl and

like the ears of a jackal raised his brows quite above their normal horizon and frowned at the fool,

“Mr. Fool, you have been out of your senses nowadays. What is it of that stink which would crack

ones nose and that wets you so filthy? We would no longer be able to withstand your mischievous

behaviour and unwholesome manners, please leave your service; we would not entertain you

henceforth”.

The fool was helpless and he then drove his way homeward.

     That same day he planned to visit the church and did so. He carried the corpse of his kitten in his

small bag and right away was inside the church. He placed himself aside on a low bench and prayed.

Attendants in queue were heading for the blessing of a noble priest and he too followed with bated

breath and modest humbleness. Just few steps away from his turn, a fly appeared out of his bag and

beat against his face, rendered him guilty, and made him sneeze countless. He turned his face in

every direction perplexed and with fright; murmur was raised by everybody that he abruptly left the

church without being blessed.  He disappeared in to the wilderness of the forest nearby the city. As

he walked alongside a brook, numberless flies gathered around him humming and merely deafening

him. Then he knelt down and started digging a grave.  At that very moment a group of hungry dogs

ran towards him barking, howling and roaring. 

After few hours when he woke up, he saw one of his arms missing.