Indian folk story: The brightest O'Hamund

in a beautiful village in india where people enjoy all their blessings, there is a brilliant man whose name is o'hamund.

he's too smart to be smart.

his name is unknown and nobody knows.

he treasures his wisdom and doesn't want to spoil it.

as a result, he stuffed his mouth with towels and cotton or something in order to prevent the reckless waste of his intelligence.

of course, he had to take out what was stuck in his mouth when he was starving and screaming or when he had to deal with serious problems.

however, this is temporary and has to be done.

one day, the village's men, women and children were overwhelmed by one thing.

there was a family in the village where the child ' s mother handed the child a piece of rice and the child was caught with two hands.

however, there was a penthouse post between the child and the mother, and the child had two arms out of each side of the penthouse, and the palms of the palms had been put together for the rice.

the children had both hands full of fried rice, and in order to withdraw their hands, they had to spread them out; they could not leave without withdrawing their hands, and they had to circle around the penthouse.

god, what is this? crys are ringing, the whole village is shocked.

the whole village was run by men, women and children, and the scene of the incident was reversed.

they look over, look over, think over, think over, look over, look over, think over, think over, think about it, think about it, and don't know what to do.

unfortunately, o'hamund didn't show up, you know, this brilliant man won't use his great wisdom easily.

all men, women and children in the village are kind, and they cannot save that poor child and that sad mother.

they went to o'han mend's house together and told o'han mend of the gravity of the matter, asking him to be a little wise and save the child.

auhamund still won't take out what's stuck in his mouth, but lets everybody lead him to the family.

o'hamund saw the child and saw her mother kneeling in tears, asking for attention.

well, take a little bit of wisdom.

attention, just a little bit.

he's reminding himself.

o'hamund pulls out what's in his mouth and says, "i see, without me, the world would be completely dark.

you fools!” he trained the whole village, men, women and children, to lower their heads, and even the atmosphere.

and o'hammond goes on to say, "can't you solve this little thing? can't you pull the roof off and lift the baby to the top of the top of the penthouse? i'm sorry.

the village's men, women and children have listened to o'han mend's words, as he awakes in his dreams, with the brightest o'han mend in his heart, and stuffed his mouth with something, and he can't let his slurry run away too much.

the whole village did it.

two or three strong men raised the child up, and the child's two arms were set free.

the o'hamund scheme is working both ways.

the mother of the child thanks ahhand mend for saving his child.

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