Role

Chapter 5

Keong sits on the ground, covered in sweat as the sun beats down on him. Glancing
across the forest he survey the stack of lumber his son has formed. He knows there
is little point in counting, his son has cut more and continues to move tirelessly
through yet another tree.

"Come over son. Lunch time, and time for school!"

Tarak lifts his head an excited look on his faces "Taraks Eat chickens?"

Montioning towards a picnic hamper, Keong nods, Tarak responds quickly wedging his
axe in a tree and running over. Pausing briefly before he begins to devour the first
of two chickens. Lifting his head slightly Tarak peers at his father,

"Daddies, when Taraks backs big schools?"

"I don't know son, I am looking, I am looking ..." as his words trail off Keong
sighs.

... Six months earlier ...

Keong stands in the kicthen of his home, the fury on his wifes face obvious. "What has
he done this time?"

The woman looks at him and sighs "This time he has punched out a cow! Who the hell knocks
out a cow!"

Keong sighs, "Same reasoning as the rocks?"

The woman nods, "Two cows, one on the left was sleeping the one on the right was not, so
he knocked it out. Then he sat in the middle of them arms stretched moving like a sea-saw.
... Taraks makes sames!"

Peering at Keong she questions, "What happened the day it rained?"