About Kith: Kith is a small boy aged 9 who loved listening to stories like any other boy or girl of his age. But the problem with Kith is he loved listening to stories all the time and I swore he had made his parents exhaust all possible books and in vain he found no one to narrate him stories. One Fine day Kith had a broader view and was more worried about children of his age who possibly might run out of stories. So he decided to narrate stories for them according to his knowledge and swore that he will never repeat the stories available in the books. I meet him once a week during his journey towards forest for hunting. He will take all pains to tell me stories for which I should treat him with deer bones every week. [He had outsourced that process to me and I effectively carried out the RPO project. Don’t blame me …… Recruitment is there in my blood.]
My name is Kith and I live in a town called NOMORE nearby the sea shore. I have a dear friend called Kin and we are so close and was always together as our names signified. We studied and played together and are neighbors too. I have a pet dog named Kinny and Kinny loved Kin equally as it loved me as its Master. Iam aware that there are even rumours in the town that I named Kinny after my dear friends name Kin. Not bothering about the rumours Kin ,Kinny and I loved each other and lived happily.
It’s a fancy every boy at young age loved to adopt Hunting as a Hobby and we were no exemptions to that and we loved to hunt during week ends. Kinny who obviously did not have any clue what does hobby mean was also involved in hunting just because he was too happy to accompany me and my dear friend Kin..
One fine day all three of us set off for hunting. I always held the catapult as I was taller than Kin with Kin loaded with fine and round stones which he should have picked up on the way to my house.
Kinny was only too eager to grab some rabbits from the densed forest of which he can save the soup of rabbit whereas his master and his dear friend shared the considerable meat. We generally hunted small birds, rabbits for food and collected bones of Deer which they saved in Kinny’s den because my granny was that traditional old mother who believed that dead animals and its belongings may cause bad spell against the house.
While walking in the dense forest I found a small bird near the nest which was just trying to hop and pop eager to fly while the other few was fast asleep leaving one or two awaiting their mother. It was oblivious that the birds mother was not there in the nest. I remembered my granny’s advise that no small ones deserved living if they don’t heed to their parents and decided that this small bird is not worth living instead can make a considerable meat for him and his friend and hot and sour soup for Kinny. Kin read my mind as we were so dear and could actually read each others thought process. Kinny was wagging its tails only dreaming about the warm soups that’s going to be ready hours from then. I took out the catapult while Kin gave me one of the stored fine stone which can travel across to make the small bird ours, alive or dead.
Unaware of all this happening under its nose, the small bird looked up the sky and swore that it would reach the heights one day and be so close to the moon and stars where it believed its father and ancestors lived. Poor the small bird it was again unaware that it would reach them the same day as a soul but not by flying high. Meanwhile I aimed the catapult.. WHIPPP , the stone traveled with all explained physics and reached the small bird and TIPPP, it hit the bird. With the other birds quirking, the small one fell down THUMPPPP……. Fortunate enough the stone collected by Kin was very fine that it killed the small bird at a shot not leaving the small one to struggle with pain.
WHIZZZZ….. went Kinny to pick up his disguised soup which was flesh and blood then and brought it duly to me. I was only too happy that my aim was correct and was aware of Kin who was proud of his dear friend. Kin and I was aware that its been a while that we had collected deer bones wished to collect them exploring the dense forest. But seeing Kinny who was already waging its tail and was in the verge of mouth-watering at the sight of dead small bird we decided to go home without bones this time. I heard Kin swore to himself that next time we would collect the bones.
All of us walked back home, while Kin threw the gathered stones far away so that he may be pick new ones for next week. I am aware that he practiced this as his hobby. After all we are dear friends and are supposed to each other well. We reached my Backyard where we could see the remains of the fire all burnt up which we had used last week to churn the Squirrel. Kin and I made soup for Kinny, and while Kinny was licking the last drop we churned up the small bird’s flesh. Now it’s the feast time and we invited my granny, to enjoy the feast along with us who was always at home. Ironically Granny was only too happy to join them to taste the meat not considering the bad spell which can enter into her body and what more the dead bird would go inside her bulged tummy along with the bones. JEEZZZZZ……. A Very bad spell indeed. Though my small brains flickers this idea quite often I always waded it away because I loved my Granny Dear and Near.
After all I am a small boy and am not supposed to think murky. Aint it?
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