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An independent life since childhood - a prank that costs dearly
I have lived an independent life since early childhood. Such is the rule
among us crickets. My mother used to tell her children, "It’s good for you
to learn to fly with your own wings. Children who are a burden to their
parents develop parasitic habits and will grow up into never-do-wells."
Following her principles, she would arrange for her children to live on their
own.
My two brothers and myself, for instance, lived with her for only two days.
The third evening, my mother took each of us to a hole she had dug in the
corner of a rice field. As the youngest of the brood, I was provided with a
small supply of food. But that was all: my mother didn’t turn back once.
Far from bewailing the situation, I rather enjoyed it. After thoroughly
exploring my new premises, I stood at the door, looking at the stars
twinkling among the top blades of tall grass. Feeling elated, I rubbed my
wings and uttered a few enthusiastic loud cries.
From that day on, I started a life on my own. My personal happiness would
depend on whether I would be wise or stupid. But I didn’t think of that at
the time. I merely enjoyed my independence.
Alas, I didn’t know that one is likely to pay dearly for foolish bluster.
Unconsciously I was doing myself a bad disservice. Later, I would many
times narrowly escape death. My heart would then be filled with remorse.
But remorse was not of much help in setting things right again. This was
how the first mishap came about:
One day I paid him a visit. After having a look at his shabby home, I
reproachfully told him, " What a careless and slovenly way of living! What
a home to live in! Suppose an enemy comes: you will have no way to
escape! Look, every time you move in your hole, your back will show up
through the ceiling. Any hawk could easily get you. My poor chap, you are
no longer a child, yet you haven’t the wisdom of mature age!"
I said in a condescending way, "Just tell me what you think. I permit you to
do so."
The mole-cricket timidly said, " Thank you, Big Brother. As you have
deigned to take pity on me, I would ask for permission to dig a gallery
linking my hole to yours. In case of danger, I can thus escape to your
place."
One afternoon, I stood at my doorstep. It had rained the day before, so the
neighbouring ponds and lakes were overflowing. Egrets, cranes,
cormorants… were coming to search for food. All day long, they kept
quarrelling, noisily disputing every tiny shrimp. Egrets, being the weakest,
could never get enough food to eat and so grew horribly thin. Such is the
fate of the weak! While philosophising over the facts of life, I suddenly
noticed a cormorant who had just alighted a few steps from my place.
"How so?"
"On whom?"
"What, that big, fat female standing a few steps from our doors?"
"Precisely."
"My God, no! I can’t afford that. And I would advise you not to either."
"Me! Not to? What are you talking about? I fear nobody, Mister Coward."
"You poltroon! Look, I’m going to play a good joke on the cormorant."
This gave the cormorant a start! Opening her eyes wide and stretching her
wings, she strutted toward where the song came from and asked in an
angry voice, "Who just said that insolent thing about me? Who?"
But mole-cricket could not stand on his legs. He was lying on the ground,
half-dead. Tears came to my eyes. I spoke softly, "How could I know
things would happen this way? Brother, my heart is filled with bitter
remorse. My silly bragging is the cause of this tragedy."
Moved to tears, I bowed my head and said, "Big Brother, thank you for
your wise advice. I promise to follow it."
Mole-cricket breathed his last. My heart was filled with pity and remorse.
Had it not been for the silly joke I played on the cormorant, he would not
have died. And I myself had had a close shave, too. Far from being the
smart fellow I thought I was, I was a confounded fool. My heart swelled
with remorse.
II
"Hey, Lam!"
"What?"
"Here it is!"
"Ha, ha! Sure enough! Look at the earth thrown out of the hole. And those
footprints! Hiep, give me the knife so that I can widen the entrance to the
hole. Now, go and fetch me a canful of water! Quick!"
I heard the knife being bored into the ground and bits of earth soon started
falling on my head. Hardly had I climbed up an emergency gallery than
water was poured in. But thanks to the many emergency galleries I had
dug, through which the water could flow out, the place I was in was not
flooded.
However, the two wicked brats did not give up the chase; especially the
one named Lam. He said to his partner, "I bet there is a cricket in this hole.
And a big one too. It takes some time to drive a cricket out of its hole. It
can stay immersed in water for hours on end. Now let us block up all the
side galleries so that the water won’t flow out."
"You bet!"
The boy called Lam caught hold of me. I gave him a good bite. He uttered
a painful cry and released his grip.
I started running like mad. But they were immediately after me, one
brandishing a butterfly net and the other his hat. In the twinkling of an eye,
the net landed on me. I tried to gnaw at a thread, but to no avail. The
children would no longer touch me for fear of being bitten, using the net as
a cage to keep me in. Then they washed their hands, arranged their tools
and went home, singing joyfully.
I cast a last glance at the familiar surroundings: the green grass, the silver-
white water, the golden shine of the sun on the tree-tops... I felt as though a
knife were being driven through my heart. Tears welled in my eyes. Death
was near!
They took me out of the grassy field, along a winding pathway bordered
with bamboo hedges, then through a bamboo gate: we were in their home.
My fate was to be decided! Hiep said, "Let us give it to our fat duck!"
Good Heaven! Such was to be my tragic end! But Lam did not agree. He
had his own idea. "No, it's not often that one catches such a big cricket.
That one is a real warrior-cricket. This fellow Thinh has been quite
highfalutin about his cricket. He said it would kick the life out of any other
cricket. Let's have a fight between his champ and ours."
The cricket in the other cage was a bit smaller than myself. But he looked
as vain as a peacock. His very way of walking showed utter conceit. As
soon as he saw me, he said in a sneering voice, "I don't suppose a bumpkin
like you will be able to stand just a few of my kicks!"
At the time, I was surprised that a cricket should behave in such a way
toward another cricket. Later on, I realised how naive I was. Being young,
I could not be a penetrating judge of people's minds.
Anger seethed in me, I jumped into his cage. A savage fight began, amidst
the clapping and cheering of the three children.
Alas, though from then on, my unfortunate adversary had become more
sensible, his impudence had shifted onto me. I started adopting the very
manners for which I gave him such a sound beating. Why should this be?
The reason was that I had not entirely been cured of my native
bumptiousness and arrogance. After I had knocked the poor squirt down, I
started having a very high opinion of myself. "I'm really strong indeed.
Only a few kicks of mine laid this fellow down. Surely, the young masters
must be highly satisfied with such brilliant feats. They will look for more
fighting crickets to be matched against me. I shall have more occasions to
test my strength. That will give me the opportunity to get still further into
their good graces. Perhaps I shall eventually recover my freedom."
Things happened the way I had predicted. All the children in the hamlet
went out to the fields for crickets to be set against me. My reputation as a
tough fighter began to spread far and wide. All my opponents cleared out
after a few blows. I was at that time in the prime of manhood and the best
of health. Easy success fans up arrogance and vain-gloriousness: I looked
down upon everybody. I adopted the insolent speech and manners of my
first unfortunate opponent.
The longicorn ground his teeth. His antennae were quivering with rage. But
he could do nothing. After a moment, he flew away. I paid no more
attention to the incident.
That night, the children perched me on the pergola as usual, so that I could
enjoy the dew and the fresh air. In the sky, the moon was shining. Tree-
leaves damp with dew, glittered like sharp blades. A sweet breeze,
descending from above, gently rocked the bamboo tops. I straightened
myself up and began a war dance while singing softly to myself. Looking
at the moonlit sky, I was quite satisfied with my lot.
As I stood trembling with fear before him, the longicorn smiled ironically,
"You coward! You weren't so humble this afternoon!" he said. "Don't you
think you deserve death?" he asked after a while.
"I humbly beg your pardon," I murmured meekly.
Pity probably found its way into the longicorn's heart. He came close to
me, his mandibles touching my head, and said, "I'll forgive you this time.
But as a warning, I'll cut off your antennae. Later, every time you want to
commit an excess, the stumps on your forehead will act as a reminder."
The thing was no sooner said than done. The longicorn's razor-sharp
mandibles bit away my antennae. Though the pain was unbearable, I didn't
dare cry out. Such was the price I paid for that lesson.
But I benefited from it. My conscience awoke. I realised how badly I had
behaved since the day I became a slave to the two children. I had
committed heinous crimes: I had maimed and killed people who were my
kith and kin. Tears welled in my eyes, and bitter remorse crept into my
heart.
"Alas, not long ago I committed a bad action," I thought to myself, "and I
have so greatly repented it. But here I am, committing still worse ones. Oh,
what a coward I am! The longicorn was kind-hearted enough not to kill
me, and he taught me a good lesson! How true it is that a bully always ends
up by coming across someone stronger than himself. Now, I swear to
myself that I shall henceforward behave like a wise and honest fellow."
In order to start on a new life, the first thing I had to do was to quit my two
owners. So long as I remained in their possession, I had to fight and kill.
Escape! Yes, I must escape. Only when I had escaped would I be able to
live my own life, to recover the freedom of yore. I had to wait for a
favourable occasion. All day long, I was kept in the cage. During the night,
it was also in a cage that I was perched on the pergola.
The time spent in this weary wait lay heavy on me. I realised that I had
spent a large portion of my youth in a completely useless fashion. Not only
that, but I had accumulated mistake upon mistake! I was so sad that I lost
my appetite and lay prostrated on the ground all day long. Lam and Hiep,
my owners, were at a loss finding me in such a state. They lavished care on
me, but to no avail. Worse still, the more care they spent on me, the more I
became conscious of the fact that I had become a mere plaything. I hardly
touched any food at all. The moral pains gnawing at my heart had a bad
effect upon my health. At last, the children became tired of me. One day, I
heard Lam tell Hiep, "This cricket is getting old. It might even have TB of
the lungs. What is the use of keeping an old, ailing cricket?"
The two boys quickly agreed and went out to tell their friends. Half an hour
later, a crowd of children gathered on the field and divided themselves into
two teams. The ball was a grapefruit stolen in a nearby orchard. The cage I
was in was put inside a ring made of broken bricks. As I was looking
nostalgically up at the sky through the strong bamboo bars, and brooding
over personal misfortunes, I suddenly gave a start: the door of the cage was
half-open! As it happened, the children had inadvertently forgotten to pull
the latch, and when the cage was rested upon a broken brick, the slant of its
position half-opened the door. My heart beat violently. I watched the door
out of the corner of my eye, trying hard to keep calm. Fortunately, the
children were too absorbed by preparations for the match to pay any
attention to the cage.
Soon, the whistle blew. The match started. The children ran after the
grapefruit ball, shouting at the top of their voices. That was the golden
opportunity I had waited for! I stealthily crept out of the cage into the
nearest tuft of grass. In a moment, I was in the thick of a far-away bush.
I did not wait to see whether the children would get into a quarrel after
becoming aware that the 'prize' was no longer there!