"Are you ok?", my dad asks, standing next to my bed and looking slightly worried. "I forgot my key and knocked on the door like crazy but you didn't seem to notice".
"I am ....", more I cannot say. My people. The chickens. The throne. I HAVE to speak to them! To thank them for the welcome. For their waiting time, all these years.
I am a God.
Their God!
"I ... am .... a God" is what I am finally stammering
"You are what? Phu Quoc?!" my dad replies, examining my face carefully.
"Yes ... no... never mind" I answer rashly.
"You know what I found on the way back from my beach walk?"
"Maybe some magic cure against my pain?" I reply since I feel an arching in my stomach again.
"Ah come on you already look good again!" he says and adds "So ... no!"
"Can't wait that you tell me" I lie, obvious for everybody to see and hear.
"This ...a ..." he tries to create a moment of suspense and then reveals the item that he was holding in his hand behind his back. ".... GIGANTIC FEATHER!"
The moment I see the chicken feather, my stomach immediately cramps again. I feel warm and cold at the same time.
"Crazy ha? Looks like it's from a monster chicken or someth...". My dad can't finish the sentence because I am storming right through him, out of my bed. With final destination BATHROOM.
Phú Quốc off!
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GOD OF ...?
HumorWhen I wake up with a stomachache, the last thing I need is somebody or SOMETHING disturbing my lonely suffering. Of course, that is exactly what happens. But quickly it turns out, that the pain should not be my biggest concern.
