Hunter & Hunted - Part 3

Next day we again started hunting around 6 am and didn't get anything till evening. It was then D told me that he knew one guy Mohanan. He used to be good fisher man ( I didn't think what fishing had to do with hunting ... I wanted more of that delicious kokku irachi ). Mohanan was a married man with 2 kids ( 35 years old ) but had the heart of a kid ( Like we say in Kerala....Avanu pillerude manasa, chila thendi pillerude ). He told us that we were doing it all wrong. We had to hunt after 12 midnight, that's when the kokku sleeps. We had never thought of that...of course this thing has to sleep and it should be easier to catch it then. We were convinced. Mohanan convinced us that if we 8+1=9 ppl hunt for 4 hours, we will have atleast 8 kokkus ( Cranes ). I was really happy, I asked B and P to share their kokku since I needed one whole kokku. They were not happy, but agreed anyways since they knew that I had some new 'educational CD' with me.
So I borrowed ( yeah...stole ) some vessels from my house and B stole the utensils. We all stole something and we had everything ready. Antony didn't want to go for hunting..he was scared of snakes...so he was made in charge of cutting onions and sautéing it. He had already started cutting onions and peeling tomatoes when we left. Apparently that was karutha vaavu and we didn't even spot a single one. We were devastated, we were hungry. We had our usual quota of OPR, but we don't have any touchings with it. While we were returning, we passed by Paulose chettan house.

D: He has a poultry farm
B : And he is so kanjoos ( miser )
P : Everyone in the village hates him
Mohanan : Daivam dushtamare pana pole valarthum
Me : Lets do it !!

So D who is most courageous walks in front. When we were 200 ft from the farm and everyone except D was scared. So D took the responsibility and went and caught 3 hen from there ( You should see the way he walked...as though he was there to marry Paulose chettan's daughter....head held high and very calm ). He bought the hen back, we cooked it and ate it...happy ending ....right......
No...

Next day we plan hunting again...this time we hunt for only 15 mins and gets bored. Everyone looks at each other...we head for Paulose chettans Poultry farm, D as usual borrows..oops steals 3 chicken and we leave. Only this time we did a series of blunders.

1) D left the small torch on top of the coop.
2) D left the door closed ( we had told him to leave the door open so that Paulose chettan may think that some fox caught his chicken )
3) We drank too much that day and didn't bother to clean the place near the stream where we cleaned the chicken.

By next morning everyone started looking at us and whispering. Everyone had noticed the feathers and blood near our rubber shed. But I told them that I had bought the chicken yesterday from market and all those lies I usually say. They seemed doubtful...but we were sure that they cant prove it unless they call for CBI to investigate that. Happy ending......wrong again

Paulose chettan has a Grinding mill ( Ari podipikunna sthalam ). Our Mohanan had to go there next day ... he was very scared and somehow made it there

Paulose chettan : enthokke undu mohana ( Whats up mohanan )
Mohanan ( pleading ) : ellam aa pillera chetta...enikku chaarum kurachu ellum mathrame kittiyullooo ( everything was done by those kids...I only got some gravy and some bones ).

The news spread like a wild fire. We were left with that eternal scar and name ' Kozhi Kallan'. My grandmother cried a lot...I was made a laughing stock in social functions...all because of that guy with a kids heart ( &%$%*).

Lesson learned from the whole story : Distribute the food properly ... Dont give chance for anyone to accuse that he got only gravy and bones.