There was once a jolly Sang Kancil, the mousedeer who was very carefree. He would skipped around in the undergrowth, listening to the sounds of nature and admire all its wonders. The morning became afternoon and he felt so hungry. His stomach murmured sounds continuously experiencing a desire for food.
The opposite bank looked marvellous with red, yummy, delicious guavas hanging alluringly on the trees. “They look fantastic! Erm..but how can I get there?” he uttered himself. Unsuspectingly, he daringly crossed the river. He skipped off the rocks and logs in the river to reach the other side. As he was making his skips , “Clam!!!”. His foot was caught! The wild, grey-looked, violent figure of Sang Buaya, the crocodile has caught the little Sang Kancil for meal of the week. Strangely, Sang Kancil was not afraid but a bit of nervous of course. “Hello Sang Buaya, you caught the shoot of the tree, not my leg”, said the brilliant Sang Kancil calmly. And Sang Buaya replied, “What? Not you?!!!” Surprisingly, the crocodile released the mousedeer’s leg and sighed.
The brainy Sang Kancil added, “Hey Sang Buaya, I was being commanded by the King of Solomon to count your species and relatives that live in this river. Go and tell your all of your kinfolk to come up, the King Solomon will reward all of you for being such great creatures in the entire universe. “I don’t believe in you, trickster!!” yelled Sang Buaya. The conversation went on and finally the smart Sang Kancil successfully confided the silly Sang Buaya.
After a while, all types of crocodiles, black, green, rough and fierce lined up from bank-to-bank of the wide river. Sang Kancil smiled sinisterly. His heart jumped happily. Without further hesitation, he hopped on and off the heads of those whacky creatures and counting.
“One, two I knock, male, female I dock.” “Three, four, five, six, seven. Eight, nine, ten, eleven.” “The King Solomon is no more on the ground, and now you know I’m just fooling around.” “Hahahaha...!!!!” the Sang Kancil laughed sarcastically right after he landed on the opposite bank and left all the empty-headed beasts in the river with enragement and infuriation.
He headed excitedly to the place where his tempting and enticing guavas hanged. Frantically, he ate all of those guavas in one single breath, tasting the crunchy smooth flesh and juicy juice which he dreamt for.
And the crocodile learned a new lesson. Weak does not mean freak. The Sang Buaya hoped for revenge to the little mousedeer, Sang Kancil for life.
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