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K'ang 11

As told by Jerry M. Pickard

K'ang and the boy were in the habit of going to the spring each morning at dawn to wash themselves and bring water for daily use.. K'ang had placed a very few stones near the mouth of the spring so the water would splash in a manner that was pleasant to the ear. A little below the spring mouth, there was a small pool that held two Koi, that had been there so long that they expected to be hand fed. Mahica loved to watch them, thinking his own cat-thoughts.

For both the boy and K'ang it was a pleasant time, anticipating tea and fruit.

"Do you see, boy, K'ang once said, "The water eddies and bubbles, but it does not force its way. Rather it chooses the gentle path, flowing where it flows. This too, is my way." K'ang's face crinkled and he splashed a handful of water on the boy. The boy shuddered, and then did the same to K'ang.! Quickly, it became a game with both spluttering and laughing.

"Boy, today is a holiday! K'ang panted. The boy looked at him in wonderment.

"What day is this one, Isva-K'ang?"

"Does there need to be a day to celebrate? Can we not celebrate, Ammm, celebrating? Quick now, cut some young bamboo stalks!"

Shortly after, K'ang and the boy were on the east slope of his gardens, flying primitive kites as the village below looked askance at his unseemly behavior.

Laughing and wheezing, K'ang shouted to the boy, "Give your gift to the sky, give the world joy. It will always return to you!"

Sure enough, when they turned to go back to K'ang's dwelling, exhausted, The sky gave them a rainbow.

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