Myanmar folk story: The Great King's story of an ingrate

the great king brought a squire to travel in the country.

he stopped to see an old lady crotch.

the old lady's rice was thrown away and gave a sweet breath.

the king suddenly gave birth to a strong desire to eat.

he came not far, and ordered his squire to go back to get the guillotine because he wanted to eat.

the waiter was scared and wouldn't take it, because the bull eats what the king eats.

but the king didn't reason, so he brought it and the king ate well.

then the king said to the squire, "if you tell anyone, cut off your head." when the squire came home, he wanted to say something about it.

he ate, slept, even sang, but it didn't work, and he always wanted to say it.

"if i could just say it gently," he thought.

after two or three days, the waiter became sick and tired, but he still tried hard to say it.

finally, he ran out of the house and tried to find a quiet place to say what he wanted to say and not to be heard.

he shook a boat to the centre of the river and feared that the fisherman would hear him.

he ran to the grave and feared that the excavators would hear him.

in the end, he ran into the woods and put his head in the cave of a big tree, and he warmly said, “the great king eats his tea, the great king eats his tea.” then he felt much better and went home.

a few months later, because one of the drums in the palace was too old to be used, a new drum had to be made.

the drummers went to the woods, cut down a tree and made drums of wood.

and even though they cut it, it was the tree which was sent down to the cave to tell his secret.

finally, the new drum is ready.

that drum is beautiful.

the drummers looked at it, and the palace ministers looked at it, and the king looked at it, and everyone was satisfied.

the new drum was used in front of the crowd during a grand ceremony.

but this drum is not beating like all drums, but it's making another sound: "the king eats the king!"