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Dungu the Dumb

Dungu the Dumb
(Story from Southeast Sulawesi, Indonesia)
Once upon of time, in the deep jungle lived a mother with her only son. The son name was dungu (dumb). The both were live happy and peace.

One day, si dungu went to the jungle to put a chiken trap. There was ten chiken traps. Two days latter, dungu returned to the jungle to see wheather those chiken traps had cought chickens or not.

Apparently that day was his lucky day. Many chicken cought on his chicken trap. Dungu was very happy for that.

But he did not know the use those chicken. After a while he thought, then he decided to release those chicken.

“Hmm you are all look thirsty, my mother is a very kind women. Go to my house and ask my mother for water. Then she will give you, ” said dungu to those chicken. Of course, those chicken ran away to the jungle to safe their life.

Dungu returned home. He told his mother about his experiences with the chicken inside the jungle.

“And where is the chicken now ? ” asked his mother.

“Didn’t they come to you ? I asked them to come to you to ask for a water,” said si Dungu.

“Of course not my son. Those are just chicken. Next time do not you do that again. Next time you have to tied them up!”

The next morning, dungu went back to the jungle. That time, he brought a rope with him. On the way to the jungle he saw bees without thinking he tied the bees up.

Of course si Dungu was attacked by hundred of bee. Dungu head and face swelling because of the bee sting. At home he reported the insident to his mother.

“That’s wrong, you should burn them,” said his mother.

The next morning Dungu returned back to the jungle. He brought a matches with him. On the way, not far from his home, he meet a deer. Quickly, dungu burnt the deer, but the deer shocked and ran away.

Dungu went back home, after reported about the insident. His mother said, “You should stab them using big sharp stick.”

On the other day, dungu went to the jungle with big sharp stick on his hand. When he saw two people were figthing, he stabbed them to death.

That horribe insident reported to his mother soon after he arrived home. His mother felt sorry for what Dungu had done. Then she advised.

“When you saw people who are fighting do not stab them you suppose to stop them.”

One the next day, Dungu was walking into the jungle. On the way to the jungle he saw two anoas were fighting. They were striking their head.

For a moment he doubt but then he remembered about his mother advise. Dungu ran to the arena, he stood in the middle of the fighting arena. He intended to stop the fighting. When those two anoas ran to strike their head against each other, their head blocked by Dungu body.

Apparently those two anoas finally stop striking. But pity for Dungu. He fell and died. Those two anoas had crashed him to death.


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