I don’t know from what and I don’t know how. But he once rescued a boy who turned out to be the son of one of the elders of an African village. In return for his brave gesture, he was invited to a feast in his honour.
Quite thrilled he was…till he saw a man bearing on a plate, the head of a goat.
He hoped against hope but the plate surely and steadily made its way towards where he was sitting and was placed with great ceremony right in front of him.
He looked around and smiled questioningly.
They told him happily - as the chief guest, it was his honour to eat the eye of the goat.
The eye of the goat. All his.
He looked around again to see all eyes on him. Suddenly they looked like people one would not like to mess with. So he gulped. Prayed. Smiling, he dug out the eye and popped it into his mouth. Bit into it. Pretended to chew and then swallowed, with tears in his eyes.
A great cheer accompanied his swallow. The feast was officially underway.
There were no more acts of rescuing by that particular soldier.
5 comments:
goat's eye?! Please tell me that part is fiction!
oh! you should have seen the expressions when he narrated the story! made you believe it was true!
especially the biting into the eye...definitely true...described as "somewhere between a crunch and a squish" if i remember right ;)
Hilarious!
Was it tasty? :)
Zak
heh heh.. i was too busy trying to keep my lunch down to ask !
Post a Comment