He visited to his uncle’s house more often to help all house works, break the firewood, fetch the water, and even mow the grass. The house stood lonely on the hill and far from the village. His uncle never socialized with anyone. He spent his single day with hunting in the woods or polishing his gun. His uncle was not frequent to talk with him. His uncle looked at him with terrified eyesight, until he was scared.
“Do you know how to shoot?” One day his uncle asked while he was raising his gun to his shoulder and aimed at the overhanging rock in the front.
“Yes, I shot a banana gun and a cap gun” He answered with confused face.
“You should not shoot a real gun. You are still young kid. The gun is not your toy gun made from banana stalk” His uncle said.
“But I am not a kid” He said with angry face.
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“I do not understand it” He said.
“One day, you will understand” His uncle said and then fired a shot making a very loud over the ledge.