Geraldine Go BEED II

Love moves in mysterious ways

Who'd have thought this is how the pieces fit You and I shouldn't even try making sense of it I forgot how we ever came this far I believe we had reasons but I don't know what they are Don't blame it on my heart, oh [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/n/nina/love_moves_in_mysterious_ways.html ] chorus: Love moves in mysterious ways It's always so surprising When love appears over the horizon I'll love you for the rest of my days But still it's a mystery How you ever came to me Which only proves Love moves in mysterious ways

Heaven knows love is just a chance we take We make plans but then love demands a leap of faith So hold me close and never never let me go 'Cos even though we think we know which way the river flows That's not the way love goes, no

(Repeat chorus) Like the ticking of a clock two hearts beat as one But I'll never understand the way it's done, oh

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Many vil lage heads worked hand in hand with the spec u la tors to make prof its. elas tic tongue.” his wife re minded him. buy -ing them at a bar gain and selling them for an ex or bi tant price. he could barely walk. everything should have worked smoothly. but Cheng Ming could not pro duce any good ones. glancing at their only son. One day. A lo cal magis trate in Huayin. His wor -ries increased as the dead line drew closer and closer. Cheng Ming was one such vil lager. and he caught only a few me di o cre crick ets that did not mea sure up to the mag istrate’s stan dards. ready to catch the in sect with its long. In so do ing. forget ting the pain in his but tocks. The wound on his buttocks con fined him to bed for days and fur ther delayed his search for crick ets.” Cheng Ming gave up the idea of sui cide and went to search for crick ets. Cheng Ming’s wife went to see him.The cricket boy A long time ago. The for tune-teller gave her a piece of pa per with a pic ture on it. so he of ten had to pay cash out of his own pocket when he failed to col lect any com pe tent crickets. “Death is easy. he meted out harsh pun ish ment on any vil lage heads who failed to ac com plish their tasks. a form of corpo ral pun ish ment in the ancient Chi nese ju di cial sys tem. Cheng Ming did not want to bully his fel low vil -lag ers as the vil lage head did him. If they failed to catch them. Be side it. “This is the for tune-teller’s hint at the lo ca tion where I can find a per fect cricket to ac com plish my task!” he ex claimed. dike crev ices. sleep ing on the kang. Cheng Ming sprang up and jumped to the floor. and he went into a se vere de pres sion. “But we don’t have a pa vil ion in our village. He thought of com -mit ting suicide again. On the bushes by the jiashan sat a fat male cricket. or they had to pay a levy in cash. He was clubbed a hundred times on the buttocks. The small in sects suddenly be came a rare com mod ity. she showed the pa per to her hus band. How ever. who wanted to win the favor of the mon arch. The o ret i cally. Days went by. He had a strat egy for doing so: He man aged to get a cricket that was very good at fight ing. he went about the te dious task. they had to pur chase them from some -one else. His wife did not know what to do. with the em peror lead ing the fad. and in the weeds and bushes. “Why can’t we look for the crick ets our selves in stead of buy ing them? Per haps we’ll strike some good luck. The vil lage heads in turn shifted the bur den to the poor vil lag ers. how ever. He would send to the im pe rial court the crick ets that could beat the one he was keeping. Armed with a tiny bas -ket of cop per wires for catching crick ets and a num ber of small bamboo tubes for holding them. as the mag is trate was ex -tremely zeal ous to please the em peror. When he was re leased the next day. cricket fight ing caught on in the im pe rial court. Each day he got up at dawn and did not re turn un til late in the eve ning. The head of his vil lage del egated part of his du ties to him because he found Cheng Ming easy to push around. but what will our son do without you?” asked his wife. Specu la tors hoarded good crick ets. When the wife got home. lurked a large toad. He then made his sub or dinates go to the heads of each vil lage and force them to send in a constant sup ply of fight ing crickets. He searched beneath brick de bris. It was a pa vil ion with a jiashan (rock gar den) be hind it. who had to search for the crick ets. The day for cricket de liv ery fi nally came. they bank rupted many a fam ily. tried in ev ery way to get him the best fight ing crick ets. Then they heard about a hunchbacked for tune-teller who was visiting the vil lage. Soon the little proper ties he had were drain ing away. . he said to his wife that he wanted to die.

The little cricket hopped out of the jar in time to dodge the at tack. he care fully placed the cricket in a jar he had pre pared for it and stowed the jar away in a safe place. cheeping at him. he ac ci den tally squashed the insect when he fi nally got hold of it. tears in his eyes. The sud den burst of ac tion stunned both the young man and Cheng Ming. Sud denly they heard a cricket chirp ing. He tip toed to ward it. what’s the use of keep ing it any way?” he thought. dashed their hopes. Cheng Ming went to a young man from a rich fam ily in his neigh bor hood. Cheng Ming limped to the temple with the sup port of a make shift crutch. No mat ter how the young man prodded it to fight. he felt the body still warm. Cheng Ming planned to take it to the vil lage head. he was un con scious. He searched inside and outside the house. hop ing that he would re vive. “Well. Cheng Ming’s nine-year-old son was very cu ri ous. Cheng Ming decided to take a risk. When he fished him out.” So say ing. Though small. the lit tle cricket jumped onto his chest. The cou ple traced the sound to a small cricket on the door step. He looked around for his son. he took the jar and wanted to have a peek at the cricket. but to his par ents’ dismay. but it showed no sign of flee ing. for it was very small. He wanted to put the lit tle cricket to the test be fore send ing it to the vil lage head. the boy was al ready dead.“Well. Doesn’t the tem ple on the east side of our vil lage have a rock gar den? That must be it. the boy tried to catch the flee ing cricket with his hands. The grieved parents laid their son on the kang and la mented over his body the en tire night. He caught the big. the ter ri fied young man fished the big in sect out of the jar just in time and called off the con test. and Cheng Ming felt ex ceed ingly happy and proud. He was about to catch it. it sud denly seemed to have run out of pa tience. The rooster then went for it a sec ond time. The ap pear ance of the cricket. he saw the cricket. The par ents grieved again for the loss of their son. it’s better than noth ing. As the young man spurred the lit tle cricket on. To fight this mon ster would be to con demn his dwarf to death. the cricket looked smart and ener getic. the boy went out of the room. black male cricket just be fore the toad got hold of it. The father’s fury in stantly gave way to sor row. to the great em bar rass ment of Cheng Ming. when a big rooster rushed over to peck at the lit tle cricket in the jar. Cheng Ming be came dis traught when he saw the dead cricket. vow ing to teach the lit tle scoun drel a good les son. Un cer tain of its ca pa bil i ties. Be fore the lit tle crea ture planted its small but sharp teeth into the neck of the big cricket. With great wrath. when Cheng Ming came a few steps closer. hold ing his jar tight. but in a flurry. When they put the two crick ets to gether in a jar. as if he were in a trance. . In stead. At last. The young man burst into a guf faw. Seeing his fa ther was gone.” Cheng Ming said to the young man. As Cheng Ming was dress ing his son for burial the next morn ing. “Well. Grad u ally the boy came back to life. “Ev ery thing will be over to morrow. when the big cricket jumped out and hopped away. “There’s no way my lit tle cricket could sur vive a con fron ta tion with your big guy. how ever. Pan icked. when it jumped nim bly on to a wall. only to lo cate him in a well at the cor ner of the court yard. “Good heav ens! What’re you go ing to say to your fa ther when he comes back?” the mother said in dis tress and dread. and the toad squat ting nearby in the rock gar den at the back of the tem ple. Cheng Ming and the young man were com ment ing on the lit tle cricket’s ex traor di nary prow ess.When the young man showed his cricket. If the lit tle cricket is a good-for-noth ing. He could n’t be lieve that all his hopes had been dashed in a sec ond. Im me di ately he put the boy back on the kang. The lit tle cricket chirped vic -toriously. With out a word. Cheng Ming hes itated.” he gave a sigh of re lief and went to tell his best friends in the village the good news. it won’t hurt to give a try. The young man goaded and taunted him. He was re mov ing the lid care fully. Sure enough. Back home. it sim ply would not budge. Cheng Ming could not go to sleep. take a closer look and think. having heard him boast ing about an “in vin ci ble” cricket that he wanted to sell for a high price. Cheng Ming’s small in sect seemed trans fixed.” Cheng Ming thought. be cause his lit tle cricket seemed no match for this gigan tic insect. it charged the gi ant op po nent head on. The next morning.

and it de feated them one by one. What amused the em peror most was that the little creature could even dance to the tune of his court mu sic! Ex tremely pleased with the magic little crea ture. He had a golden cage man u factured for the little cricket. The mag is trate was first as ton ished and then pleased. The em peror pit ted the lit tle cricket against all his vet eran com bat ant crick ets. The story of a cricket fight ing a rooster soon spread through -out the vil lage and beyond. and I fought a lot of other crick ets. It was such fun! You know what? The great est fun I had was my fight with a couple of roost ers!” . to the great surprise and joy of his par ents. Cheng Ming’s son came out of his stu por. think ing that Cheng Ming would quit tell ing his tall tales when his cricket be -came the bird’s snack.but sud denly be gan to shake its head vi o lently. the lit tle cricket chirping tri um phantly on its heels. The bat tle be tween the lit tle cricket and the rooster ended with the same re sult: The rooster sped away in great pain. The first words he ut tered to his ju bilant par ents were. Plac ing it cau tiously in the cage. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. think ing that he fi nally had the very in sect that could win him the em peror’s fa vor. sent the cricket to the mag is trate and asked for a test fight with his mas ter cricket. “I don’t think you have heard its rooster-fight ing story. the em peror re warded the mag is trate lib er ally and pro moted him to a higher po sition. along with the vil lage head.” “Non sense. When they took a closer look. “You can’t judge it only by its ap pear ance. now a gov er nor. “I dreamed that I had be come a cricket. “I’m so tired and hungry.” Cheng Ming pro claimed with great pride. A year later. The next day. This sud den turn of events baf fled Cheng Ming and the onlook ers. he told them. he took it to the em peror. but the mag is trate re fused on the ground that Cheng Ming’s cricket was too small. they could not be lieve their eyes: The lit tle cricket was gnaw ing on the rooster’s bloody comb. scream ing in ag ony.” Af ter a hot meal. in turn exempted Cheng Ming from his lev ies in cash as well as crick ets. how can a cricket fight a rooster?” asked the mag is trate. Cheng Ming. The mag is trate. He or dered a big rooster brought to his office.