J
ung Po staggered into town just after his weekly ritual of consuming great quantities of
rice wine. The townspeople were not amused and would often throw rotten vegetables at
Jung in a fruitless effort to rid him from their town.
This was expected by Jung, for he would put on his worst clothes before each drunken
journey. Unfortunately for the townspeople, these were Jung's only clothes and seldom did
he bathe.
"Jung!" cried Won Duck, the town's blacksmith, "You drunken bastard! How can you
disgrace your family with such absurdity? Have you no dignity? Its been twelve moons
since the last baking and you still smell like an oxen in heat."
"Won, do not worry about me, dear friend. I know the way to the temple and will take
care of your daughter's flowers.", incoherently spatted Jung.
Infuriated at this remark, Won quickly picked up an iron ingot and hurled it at Jung.
Hardly an even substitute for rotten vegetables, thought Jung.
Won was not famous for his accuracy or direction and was known throughout the town as
Wondering Won. This time was to be no different, for instead of striking the intended
Jung, the ingot noticed a more appetizing target; Jung's wife! This was not the time to be
picking wild horse berries!
Upon seeing his wife's lifeless body crumble to the ground, twelve moons of fury and
stench surged thru Jung's body, for his wife was the fairest in the land and most
importantly had no olfactory senses and was half blind.
Jung's trail of horror and death lasted for more that 3 months and took with it 17
blacksmith's lives, not including a countless number of empty wine bottles and several
innocent monkeys which mistook the shrieks and cries as mating calls.
When the fury faded and all was realized, Jung sat silently and counted the hammers that
were in his hand. There were only 16, so Jung wept the weep of many and finally
received his much needed bath.
The End