Two equally hot tempered kids were playing in the woods. One accidentally punched the other one on the face. The other one got mad and gave the other fellow a tit for tat punch back. This turned into an exchange of many more hot blows of punches and kicks. A wild fight got triggered.
Both these kids become exhausted and sat down, but the fight continued with each of them holding a stick and hitting each other. The sticks broke only to get replaced with stronger ones. Blood started ozzing out from their noses. At this stage, both of them were too tired even to lift the sticks in their hands. As the fight was a do or die game. They had to go on fighting.
To keep the fight going, these kids lied down and started biting each other as they were now too tired to lift their hands and legs. When finally they were too exhausted even to bite, the kids crawled their ways home without knowing who the loser or winner is. Their shirts and pants were torn and their bodies covered with bite marks and blood.
The mother of one of the kids seeing the condition of her son went straight to the parents of the other kid to complain. The adults started searching for the other kid as the parents haven't seen him coming home. They heard a groan from behind the door and on pushing back the door, found a badly wounded child. As this child was in an equally bloody condition as the other one, everything got settled there. Parents of either kids have no sane reasons to complain each other in the end. The kids grew up to become best of friends with their hot blooded tempers reserved to be used only on others. One became a police officer and a teacher after leaving the police force. The other kid died shortly after getting married.This story was told to me by the octogenarian village school headmaster, who was one of the kids. Maybe he wanted to tell me because I am related to the other fighter, who was the younger brother of grandpa. He married but never had a child to carry forward the hot blood N temper.
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