Seven Instructed by a Kungfu master
The next day, Grandma went to Chinatown in Oslo with me in her handbag. Except for Grandma, I had never talked to a person since I became a mouse. So I was very happy and said to him, "How do you do, Grandpa." I had thought that he would have been very astonished, but actually, he laughed ha haha and the sound was like a bell. Then Grandma told him what had happened to me and why we were there. The old man nodded his head and thought. Then he said, "Animals are all good at Kungfu. A lot of Chinese Kungfu came from the imitating of animals, such as snake style, monkey style, mantis style etc. Most animals are quick in movement. When animals of the same kind fight each other, those who are stronger and have a strong will win.
Compared with humans, animals don't use weapons, they can not increase their strength by doing exercises and choosing healthy food. As a mouse, if you want to beat the other mice or other little animals like a cat, a dog etc. first you must be stronger and second you need the right weapon. That's great! I want to have a weapon!" I clapped my hands and cried.
The old man opened a side drawer of the square table and took out a little sword two inches long. He handed it to me and said, "try it. A sword is a quick weapon. To fight animals without weapons, you only have to practice attacking.
Then we left the room and went into the yard. Grandma put me on a stone table in the yard. The old man had a sword in his hand and showed how to attack in different ways. I followed him on the table with the little sword in my hand. I learned carefully and practiced again and again in real earnest. Soon I was good at attacking quickly.
After a while, he came back with a little bag.
He took out a pinch of tiny millet and dropped it on the table. He said, this kind of millet grow in Dezhou on the bank of Great Canal of China,
where there was an important and prosperous harbor. Business men used a donkey pulling a cart to transport cargos to and from places all around. The donkeys who had eaten this kind of millets had strength in their legs and traveled day and night while the driver slept in the cart." "you want me to eat this kind of millet?" I asked. "Yes! "he said, "there was once an army in China. Its soldiers ate the millet, and it defeated other armies many times bigger and stronger than theirs." Hearing that, I felt the millet was marvelous and put some into my mouth. After a while, I felt I was full of strength and must be able to do anything. So I raised the bag of sand and threw it to the table's surface heavily. Now I felt that the bag was not heavy any longer. I raised and threw the bag again and again or I wrestled the bag to the table's surface. The old man instructed me to wrestle the bag in different ways. He also instructed me how to box and kick. I felt I was full of strength, which was fantastic. We stayed there for three days. Before we left, the old man said to me, "Now you have good Kungfu, but don't use it unless you have to. Hiding your Kungfu deeply gives you no harm but benefit. Kungfu is to protect yourself, not to bully others." What he said made Kungfu more marvelous to me. I said happily, "I will remember what you said and follow it." We went home with the little sword, a bag of Dezhou millets and the bag of sand for me to practice kungfu with. (We were ready to go and find the Grand High Witch who had became a mouse.) |
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