The Beautiful,Beautiful Heron
One of my playmates and I were making little cows out of clay.The clay was sticky and smooth since it came from a white-ant hill; it didn't fall apart the way clay with sand in it does.It was the beginning of the rainy season,and there was a light drizzle.So we were modeling our clay in the shelter of a big tree.
Presently two of the older boys from the other side of the village came along.One of them was very strong,and he had the nickname of Kywe Gyi,which means Big Buffalo.He was carrying a live heron inside his shirt.
"Where'd you get the heron?" my friend asked Kywe Gyi."Did you hit it with your slingshot?"
"Yes,I shot it down by the pond," answered Kywe Gyi.
"And I hit one too," said the other boy,"but it got away."
"Take it out and let me have a look at it," I said to Kywe Gyi.
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我的玩伴之一,我是用粘土制作的小奶牛.黏土被粘和顺利,因为它从一个白蚂蚁山来,它并没有四分五裂的方式与砂黏土它.这是雨季的开始,并有一个细雨.所以我们在造型我们在大树下躲避粘土.
目前从村另一边的两个大男孩走了过来.其中之一是很强,他有台基伟Gyi,这意味着大布法罗的昵称.他是带着他的衬衫里面住苍鹭.
“你从哪儿弄来的苍鹭?”我的朋友问台基伟Gyi.“你打你的弹弓呢?”
“是的,我拍下来的池塘.”台基伟Gyi回答.
“我打一过,”另一个男孩说,“但它逃走了.”
“拿出来,让我看看吧.”我对台基伟Gyi说.