I
will fly like the birds! Just you wait and see!", shouted Chang Duk to the laughing
children which danced around him mockingly.
The roof to the hut was not high enough but sufficient to amuse the onlooking children as
they watched Chang plummet head first into the sewer drainage. But Chang would not
give up so easily as had his brother Mu did before the horrible iron-pail incident. No, this
would be different!
"Please father, please!", pleaded Chang. "Let me use the hay tarp to make wings so that I
may fly with Buddha to the Golden Temple."
"Chang,", explained his father, "there are but two ways to Buddha's temple, my son. One
is through the peddles of a lotus and the other is through an open doorway that only
Buddha himself can open. Go, take the tarp and remember to knock very loudly."
Chang was filled with so much joy that he ran blindly out of the house and immediately
into a bee's nest which had been waiting patiently near the rear door.
Chang swelled to such great proportion from the hundreds of bee stings that he floated up
into the air and was never heard from again.
The End