A Very Short Story-But True

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How a dream taught me to teach a Vietnamese man taught a man to speak English and just in the nick of time.

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Years ago I sold my business to a Vietnamese man and I contracted to teach him the business. All went very well until it came time to make telephone orders and there came the hang up. You see with his Vietnamese accent he could not pronounce actuator, even with all the encouragement I could muster. Now this man wanted everything to be just so and not buy my business until he was able to say this word. It became an obsession with him and he begged my help. Not being a speech therapist I was banging my head against the wall, but then came a dream of inspiration. Perhaps I could tell a story that would help this man’s with the word actuator and this is the story I told him the very next day.

The King and the Tiger



The King and the Tiger

Once upon a time there was a great King
whose people were being tormented by a tiger
who was eating their livestock and scaring their children.
So the King, being the greatest hunter in all the land
organized a hunting party to kill that hungry tiger.
The very next day the King and his hunting party
went into the deep, and dark jungle to hunt for tigers.
They hunted, and hunted, and hunted, but seeing a tiger
in the deep and dark jungle is not so easy for a King.
So after a very long time of not seeing anything
the King and his hunting party returned to the village,
but on their way home they saw a young tiger
in the green underbrush of the deep, dark jungle.
Now the King knew that this young tiger
had caused no problems for his people, ate no livestock.
He knew that this poor little tiger had caused no problems
at all for his people, but he worried that one day, after it grew up
to be a big tiger that it might, so the King killed the littlest tiger.

King of the Jungle


Now the King of course had no way of knowing
that this tiger cub was the son of Actchoo,
the leader of all the tigers in the jungle,
and when Actchoo found out that it was the King himself
who had slain his son, the littlest tiger, he vowed revenge.
One very dark night after the villagers had all went to sleep
Actchoo, very quietly, put his plan into motion
and he snuck just as quietly as he could into the village.
He snuck past all of the King’s people without a sound.
He slunk past all of the Kings guards without a problem,
And past all of the Kings men and then without notice
Actchoo snuck right into the King’s castle.

The Princess


Now Actchoo had never been in a castle before
and he had to sneak from room to room to find the King
and he went looking for the place where the King was sleeping
so he could at long last have his revenge.
But just as he was sneaking through the dark castle,
and just before he rounded the corner to the King’s room
he gazed into another room for just a moment, a pretty room
where the Kings beautiful daughter , the Princess was sleeping
and he paused there for a while, crouched in the darkness
and the silence and with his big green cat eyes he watched
as the King’s beautiful daughter laid there sleeping.

In His Heart of Hearts


It was then Actchoo finally realized
that if he ate the King, that the King would never feel
that deep and hurtful kind of pain that Actchoo felt
when he learned that his son was taken from him
by the King, and that the King would never understand
the kind of pain that Actchoo felt in his heart of hearts.
So he watched and thought as the princess lay sleeping.
He thought and thought,
and he watched and watched
for a very long time in the quiet and dark
thinking about his poor dead son and the evil King
and then without notice, or another thought,
or even a small growl the answer came to him
and at the very moment Actchoo leaped
onto the King’s beautiful daughter
and without hesitation
Actchoo-ate-her.

And the young man has never had another problem saying the word…Actuator.

Poetry by uTAH jAY

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author avatar Utah Jay
I have been writing since the beginning of time it seems, not because I want to write, but because I have too. My favorite form of writing is poetry, all kinds and types of poetry.

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author avatar Lady Aiyanna
29th Nov 2014 (#)

Did I tell you I am the Face Of the Globe India 2014 Disney Princess??? My dad in reality is really King of his land.... Have worked with the South East Asian people including the Vietnamese, had no problem understanding them.....

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author avatar Lady Aiyanna
29th Nov 2014 (#)

Love their cuisine.

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author avatar Fern Mc Costigan
29th Nov 2014 (#)

wonderful story Utah and one of a kind writing too, cheers!

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
29th Nov 2014 (#)

What a story and true too, and poetically told, thanks Utah - siva

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
29th Nov 2014 (#)

Utah Jay, I love this story. I felt sorry for the tiger cub and the princess. I think you should become a professional writer. You are awesome! Smiles to you today!

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author avatar Utah Jay
30th Nov 2014 (#)

Thanks Lady, I had no problem understanding Sonny either, didn't say I did, I said he could not pronounce the word actuator, much like I have trouble with aluminum. And congrats to you on your achievement.

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author avatar Utah Jay
30th Nov 2014 (#)

Thanks Fern and congrats to you, writer of the day...Good going.

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author avatar Utah Jay
30th Nov 2014 (#)

Thank you Sivar, you are so kind to say that.

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author avatar Utah Jay
30th Nov 2014 (#)

Thanks Nancy, but no tiger cubs were actually harmed in my story as I stick very close to the rules provided by the Humane Society while I am writing...Just Kidding...You know that, right. I would like that very much, but no-one buys poetry.

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
30th Nov 2014 (#)

Utah Jay, I really believe they would buy your work whatever it may be. You are the best!

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author avatar spirited
30th Nov 2014 (#)

An interesting story indeed, that keeps the reader enthralled right up to the end.

I am a little Vietnamese myself at times, I did have trouble with your very first line here.

Maybe the tiger should have eaten a word or two of it, as it looked like that it carried too many words in it to me.

"How a dream taught me to teach a Vietnamese man taught a man to speak English and just in the nick of time"

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author avatar spirited
30th Nov 2014 (#)

maybe all it needed was a comma, or perhaps two??

"How a dream taught me to teach a Vietnamese man, taught a man to speak English, and just in the nick of time"

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author avatar Utah Jay
30th Nov 2014 (#)

I fixed it. Thanks spirited, I wished everyone would be a little more critical at times so I wouldn't look so foolish for so long...You are a good man.

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author avatar Utah Jay
30th Nov 2014 (#)

Nancy, I do have a book ready to go, I'm just a little shy about sending it.

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author avatar writestuff
30th Nov 2014 (#)

Enjoyed this most delightful post. I hope you do move forward with your publishing plan. Amazon.com has an ebook division that might be of interest. Check out as many publishing sites as possible and if you do not have an author website, now is the time to do so.

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author avatar Utah Jay
1st Dec 2014 (#)

Thanks writestuff, I will check these out.

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