Suddenly my eyes opened with a terrible roar and I jumped and fell from the four feet. Abajan also sat up. Then once again there was a loud shout which ended with the sound of 'Hoooooooo'. Hearing this, Abba John spoke in a laughing manner.
"Hey! This is your uncle Tarzan.
"Hey! "Is Tarzan really in our neighborhood?" I wondered.
"Son! Actually, when you went to study in the city, these new tenants came into the neighborhood from behind. They are very sincere people. Uncle Tarzan just has a quirk of habit; They are used to yawning loudly while sleeping and waking up. Like Tarzan roaring through the forest. That's why people started calling him Tarzan.
In the morning I went for a walk in the nearby forest as per my old routine. I had just stepped onto the trail when suddenly my fourteen classes lit up. I whirled in the air and fell. Darkness appeared under my eyes. I woke up barely able to meet my eyes before I had to jump and cling to the trunk of a nearby tree. I see that a heavily loaded ram was eager to pounce again.
A voice echoed:
"Abe, you naughty rhinoceros! Shut up, you are your own servant."
I turned and looked back, a man of tall stature was running with perfect movement despite his obesity. He quickly came and tamed the ram. I was still clinging to the tree out of fear.
"Hey, come down, there's no danger."
"Papapka come?" I said.
"Yes, yes, come, I have caught the rhinoceros."
I looked questioningly at them and then at their ram, which they were calling a rhinoceros.
"Hey! I am your neighbor Uncle Tarzan and you are my nephew like Minko Sorry, I just slipped my tongue seeing you hanging like a monkey.
"Uncle you and Tarzan?" I was surprised to see them head to toe.
For one thing, his whole body was very round. Others were wearing a mid-type of pajama and knicker with yellow colored shalwar. With this outfit, he looked like a character from a comic cartoon series. I got down from the tree and started walking along with them. Meanwhile, he started telling that it has become his habit to make a meaningless sound after yawning. Because of these yawns, he has become known as Tarzan in the neighborhood. Interestingly, he had also been writing Tarzan stories in the past.
"Well then they called me Minko as soon as they came," I thought.
After that he said that he retired from his job and settled in the village. He kept a ram for hobby and used to feed it so much that it really looked like a rhinoceros.
"Don't mind uncle, I felt like another ram ran away."
"Hey! I also saw your monkey look.
I remained silent.
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We also kept goats. Aba Jan Baqar used to sell some animals and sacrifice half of them himself. The next morning I woke up hearing a lot of noise in the place where Uncle Tarzan was listening to the coke. I quickly reached the back yard of the house. It turned out that someone had wiped their hands on our three goats during the night. Well, we started running here and there in search of goats. Uncle Tarzan's movements and affections also accompanied us in this work. Father John was very worried.
At this the uncle spoke mysteriously to Tarzan:
"My son! I also trace the footprints."
"Hey, uncle! Is the prank still going on at this time?" I said with a smile.
So they comforted me and started looking for footprints. Interestingly, the dress was still the same today. For a long time we wandered from here to there. We even went to the forest looking for footprints. When I saw there, the footprints of the thief were mixed with many other traces. Still, we reached the middle of the forest while playing Tomak Tui. Going there, it was a horrible revelation that we had lost our way. Compared to the past, the forest had changed a lot.
The forest looked very scary in the dim light. My courage had answered. But uncle had really become Tarzan. They looked very carefree as if they had come for a picnic. Another problem was that his rhinoceros was with him.
"Uncle! They would have left the house for this call.
"Abe! When Minko is with Tarzan, the rhinoceros is his glory.”
Saying this, my uncle gave me a slight slap on the face. I looked at him angrily. In response he showed his palm, on it was the body of a wrestler type mosquito. I could not say anything. However, my cheeks started burning. It was good that the mosquito would have bitten. My pace was slow because of the fear of the ram and exhaustion. But they were jumping. In the darkness, they looked like no less than terrifying ghosts.
****
As we walked, we passed through a grove of trees and came out into the open. There we saw a ruined house. Fortunately, there were also sounds of goats bleating. I jumped and was about to say something. Then uncle pressed my hand and at the same time I pressed my mouth because the ram had crushed my feet.
We went towards the house hiding. When we got closer, we could hear the voices of some men talking. Uncle patted the ram's back and beckoned to him. As per uncle's suggestion, we went around to the back side. There we found a broken door and entered the house with great secrecy. Perhaps the thieves believed that their whereabouts were very secret, so they did not worry about this back door. A fence was seen there where many other goats besides our goats were tied. Seeing us, the goats started making noise. We quickly hid behind a pile of wood. Meanwhile, someone shouted and asked his companion to feed the goats. A man came muttering and gave the goats some grass and left. Unfortunately, at that moment uncle yawned loudly and shouted along with it, but half of the slogan was choked in his mouth because I had put my hand over his mouth. Despite this, three or four men came upon our heads. This is how we people were taken.
****
Now uncle and I were locked in a room. I started cursing my uncle in my heart. He could not say anything with his mouth because the cloth was also tied on his mouth. Meanwhile, uncle took a couple of yawns and Anta was ignored. Despite the mosquito and worry, I also fell asleep. I don't know how much time passed, suddenly my eyes opened with a muffled growl. I saw that the uncle was snoring from his knees due to a cloth tied over his mouth. I called them to wake up but all in vain. I was also afraid. Finally, I got up the courage and shouted loudly to my uncle. Even though my mouth was tied with a cloth, my voice reached my uncle's ears. He had woken up and was looking around.
The light was also leaking from the closed windows of the room. It seemed that the day had dawned. A rusty nail protruded from the decaying wall of the room. Uncle Tarzan very cleverly laid down on the floor and began to pick the loot and approached this wall. He leaned his back against the wall and began to rub the ropes on the tip of the nail. The signs of suffering were clear on his face, but he did not stop. After a few moments of struggling, there was a slight snapping sound and one end of the rope came loose. Uncle jerked his hands free and then quickly came to me and started untying my knots with the help of his teeth. Seeing them moving, I was surprised that it was the same Golu Molochcha who was snoring just a moment ago.
Uncle blew the distinctive whistle as he broke free.
"The ram has been called," he told me.
Then we heard footsteps. We quickly wrapped ropes around our bodies and lay down. The door opened and a thief came in. He was probably tied up and left alone on guard. Listen to the sound of the whistle. We came to see the people. He quickly drew his pistol on us but was satisfied to see us tied up. After that, I don't know if there was an earthquake or the sky burst, but we saw him jump a full five feet, hit his head hard on the floor as he fell, and was still.
We saw that Uncle Tarzan's ram was standing like a victorious hunter with his feet on the thief's breast. Uncle began to caress his ram in mixed feelings of pride and affection. I quickly picked up the fallen phone from the thief's pocket. It was an old Nokia, push button phone. Fortunately, he was doing well. After that we quickly started tying up the thief. Now I started calling the police station. I remembered the phone number by heart and was praying that the phone would be picked up. After some time the call was received. I told the police telephone operator everything and requested him to come soon.
I was afraid that other accomplices of the thief might come at any time. The operator told me to keep the call on. After some time, the policemen arrived while searching for the location of the phone. As soon as they came, they started to wake up the thief so that the address of his other accomplices could be asked. When the thief was splashed with water on his face, he opened his eyes with a sigh. At first he didn't understand anything, then suddenly he wanted to try to free himself, but seeing the police, he loosened up. After that, the inspector proceeded to write his statement. He had just picked up the pen when a loud scream came out of his mouth. At the same time, he waved and waved like a drunkard. I quickly proceeded to handle them. The inspector looked at me angrily and stood up by himself. His hat had fallen off. The uncle quickly grabbed his ram by the ear and pulled the inspector's cap from his mouth which he was chewing.
"Hey! Whose is this Tarzan-like ram?" The inspector also laughed uncontrollably.
"Aji Inspector sir! Tarzan sir is here, this is his rhinoceros." "I also got the courage to answer.
The inspector was shocked and looked at his uncle carefully. Suddenly, everyone present burst into laughter at the same time.
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