I know that my ancestor had borrowed our thick fur from the buffalo when he went on a mission to get salt from Lhasa. Everyone thinks that he deceived his friend but not everyone knows the real story about what happened to him. I heard the story from my grandfather while grazing in the cold mountains of the Bhutan-Tibet border. He said that our great, great, great grandfather came to Lhasa on a quest to find salt for his friend.
Every day, I deal with Tom and Jerry in my house. The house becomes a chaos during the weekends and holidays with everything thrown around and with lots of noise. Yes, I am talking about my children. When they were in their midst of their usual battle, I once called out “Zala dabu kentong soptu na” (literally means your bums may get burnt like the monkey) to my son when he tried to imitate his sister. He looked at me quizzically until I told them the story of the monkey and the hen which goes like this…
Once upon a time, far away in the jungle, there lived two animals. They belonged to the same species yet they looked very different. Despite them being contrast in physical appearance they were very close friends and lived together in harmony.
