Grandpa's Wooden Compartment

Nobody knew how Grandpa had come to the village. There were stories of how a thunderous night had given way to a new day when there was a hut right beyond the last fields of the village. Initially, for the villagers Grandpa was a saint and a great man of magical abilities. As time went by, the villagers were clarified about the old man’s abilities which were definitely magical.

Grandpa had a separate wooden compartment outside his hut. It was from here that Grandpa laboriously exercised his force to communicate with something divine. The wooden compartment was where Grandpa amplified the great rumblings of his tummy. The sounds were heavy and could easily be mistaken for thunder due to which many farmers of the village would some time run to their fields expecting a shower but every time to their utter disappointment it would be Grandpa fooling them from his compartment.

The compartment’s close proximity to the village would display the after-effects every morning. When the villagers would see fainted skunks, pigs and hyenas everywhere, it wasn’t surprising for the villagers as they knew the disastrous scent of Grandpa’s prowess. Every night the scenario was the same, the villagers would be fearfully having their meals and Grandpa would be ending his meals of radishes and onions in the wooden compartment.

Grandpa was known to make edible balls from a powdered substance, Churan. It was made up of spices, herbs and a bit of weed. He would keep these edible balls in large jars outside his hut with only the birds feeding on it. It was believed that Churan ignited an inner fire in a being which gave your rear the ability to roar like a lion, a roar that could shake up the heavens and the meditating Gods there. Birds who constantly fed on Grandpa’s Churan had changed quite differently into creatures with a constant feeling of rage, since they couldn’t let out the heat of their inner fires due to the absence of a rear outlet.

Some of these different birds had migrated to the city which had inspired a human game on them, which showed replicas of these birds destroying physical structures.

The villagers found a ray of hope when the talking donkey told them about the approaching bandits. That’s how the villagers fled overnight hoping to return only when the bandits were gone and so was Grandpa.

On a fateful morning Grandpa was chewing a radish with the leader of the bandits pointing his rifle muzzle at him. The other bandits were right behind him on their horses. Grandpa offered the gun holder a radish but he refused. The bandit’s intention to pull the trigger was interrupted by a sudden rush of birds high on Grandpa’s Churan.

As every bandit was on the ground struggling with the birds, Grandpa went from bandit-to-bandit, sitting on every bandit’s face and blessing him with a loud roar. Every time he blessed a bandit, the bandit shook like he had ingested lightning. After Grandpa was done with all 15 of them, they all dropped their guns and raised their arms and Grandpa said, “Welcome back to life, sons”

The villagers returned only to see Grandpa and his 15 bandits chewing their radishes and roaring at them with a smile. And from then on, things became very intense during the nights with not 1 but 16 wooden compartments.