A PAIR OF FIBBERS
Once upon a time
at a countryside village, there were two best friends called Nero and Simon,
who lived in two ramshackle houses in close proximity to each other. They were
also the youngest of their many siblings and so they often were ignored. Being
of similar temperament and preferring idleness to mundane daily chores, the
co-conspirators Nero and Simon never failed to sneak off each and every day to
some prearranged point to partake in some wildly imaginative adventures.
One such place was
the nearby lake, a sizeable watercourse, with snaking shorelines, sometimes
hidden with tall bulrushes, which extended for miles and miles. As the two
friends both loved fibbing and being quite adept at swimming, they often chose
to frolic at the unfrequented segment of this large lake.
This part once had
plenty of fish but presently, if there were any fish there at all, they swam
undisturbed and secure amidst the miasma of tall underwater weeds.
Sometime prior some fishermen had been ensnared by this thick underwater
vegetation and consequently drowned at this very spot. As others followed suit
and corpses piled up the legend quickly spread about a vengeful Dragon King.
This deterred many trespassers. This Dragon King was furious, as he had been
cast down from the Heavens for some infractions and forced to take up residence
in this insignificant lake.
Having wild and lively imaginations Nero and Simon were frequently drawn to this place and often made it their fun pastime to go on a quest to vanquish colossal monsters lurking in some shadows and deep recesses of the water.
As an added amusement each also fashioned wild claims just to see if they could hoodwink the other.
On this particular
day, having snuck off again to seek another adventure, Nero and Simon
eventually took refuge from the burning rays of the midday sun in the shade of
a huge tree. Nero was drawing some imaginary lines in the ground when,
finding the piece of meat he’d put in his pocket earlier on that morning,
suddenly looked up and said:
“You know what,
Simon? I was just thinking. This shade is well and good here but, hmm, thus far
everything you and I had said, and you know it too, is all malarkeys. Why
don’t we cool off and wash out all this nonsense stuffing up our mind? But the
lake waters are not so good here; do you dare go to that forbidden spot?”
“I’m no coward,
lead on!” Simon jumped to his feet.
Nero reached the
spot first and, without hesitation, dove in. When he finally emerged from the water,
he sported a wry (sardonic) grin on his face and, producing the meat, settled
down in a shady spot and began to chew on it.
Simon quickly picked himself up from where he’d collapsed panting from the exertion. Reminded of his growling stomach, he wanted the same. Looking wistful at the yummy morsel, he licked his chops and asked: “Where did you get that meat?”
“Oh, this?” Nero
smiled. “The Dragon King was holding a feast and when he learned that I
especially came to see him and pay my respect to the mighty dragon; highly
pleased, he ordered his servant to give me, as reward, a plateful of appetizing
(tasty) morsels. This delectable peace I saved to eat later, as I am doing now.
“Oh, my word!” He
licked his lips. “Wow, this meat is truly heavenly; wow, its so delicious it
must be slice from defeated Heavenly warrior's flesh...One that had incurred
the wrath of the mighty Dragon and got bested. Or perhaps, a renegade
sea-monster that displeased His Highness, the Blue Dragon.”
“I want some
too! I too am deserving of such a reward.” Simon immediately removed his
sweat soaked clothes and dove into the water.
Simon had dove in so fast that he smashed his head against a huge rock; in his confused state, however, he imagined the obstruction, which he’d bumped into, being the Dragon's nose.
He emerged with a trail
of blood streaming down his forehead.
“What happened?”
Nero asked with concern. “How on earth did you hurt your head?”
Not wanting to
admit defeat, Simon shook his head and grumbled: “The Dragon King was angry
because I was tardy and beat me over the head with a drumstick. The pain is
unbearable."
The End.
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