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Come to think of them, they just want to vomit. And just not far away is a tribe that considers donkey meat the best food in the world. Once one can eat grilled mouse meat, frog meat, blood cockles, could it be that the fresh meat just hunted cannot be good food. A few days later, Tacang scoured the forest for soft bark. He wanted to build a sail for Mugambi’s canoe. After sewing a very large piece of sail made from the bark of a tree, Tac tied it to the boat tightly and then called the biggest gibbons into the boat, placing a paddle in each hand. RETRO HOCKEY DON’T HIT THE POST POSTER. The group of hairy sailors holding rowing fumble very fumbling but very excited. They eagerly practiced paddling under the guidance of Mugambi and his owner Tac Dang. The work of teaching ape herds is not always smooth and favorable. At first, just sitting in the boat, the gibbons were very excited. But even craving is very quickly bored, just a moment later they turned to joke, tease each other. The author is both patiently teaching and using force to threaten him.
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It took two consecutive weeks, the study of this furious crew went into order. The author also feels satisfied. He also did not expect that among his students, Acut became an excellent student. Right from the first session, Acut was assigned to be the class monitor by Tac Dang. Just listening to Tac Dang saying a few sentences, Acut immediately understood the meaning of the flat wooden stick in the water. He understood why he had to paddle steadily and all the dangers of the boat if there was a mess in the boat. Acut is really the smartest, most skillful ape among friends of the same kind. When he realized that, Tacdang spent a lot of time training Acut to become a good driver. Through Mugambi, Tacang knows that the island he lives on is not far from the mainland. Just last month, Mugambi and his men were lost in the ocean. They only intended to go for a walk along the coast, but a wind blew their boat out to sea and disoriented them. They had been rowing all night without rest and were sure they were going back to their homeland. By dawn they saw the land and were cheering, happy.
Then after a while, when they were comfortably resting on the shore, they saw Tacang lying in the sun on the sand. Inviting each other to attack the white man, they did not expect that they had taken a disaster. Up to this point, Mugambi, the only survivor, still did not believe that he was living with Tacchang and herds of animals on an island. He thought that if he went deep into the woods for a few days, he would find his homeland. Listen to Tacdang convincing him, still half-believing. Seeing Tac Dang eagerly hanging the piece of the sail into the boat, he was very surprised. RETRO HOCKEY DON’T HIT THE POST POSTER. It is true that since childhood this black leader has never witnessed such an odd thing. His village is located deep in the continent, in the delta of the Ugam River. His adventurous and unhappy swim was just the one that helped him see the ocean for the first time. That is why, when he saw Tac Dang hanging the ruddy sail on the boat, preparing to cross the sea, the leader could not help but worry. In contrast, the white man was very confident. He believed that as long as a westerly wind rose, he would be able to steer Mugambi’s little boat to the mainland. In his heart, he secretly promised himself: It is not better to accept all the risks in the sea, than to live a peaceful but meaningless life on a desert island.
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A few days later, what Tac hung expected came. The sky changed the wind direction. Tacang rushed into the boat to cross the sea. Taking part in the journey with him was a strange crew of sailors, perhaps never seen in the world. It was the black leader of the Mugambi, the leader of the tribe of the ape, the serpent and the twelve most brave apes of the desert island. The canoe carrying the bizarre crew of sailors slowly leaves the sand. The boat pointed to the strait. However, at the beginning of the journey it had to overcome many rocky rapids to escape into the sea. Author, Mugambi and apes have rowing because at this time the wind is still blowing around. Tacang’s patchwork sail has not yet done its job. At the top of the boat, the newspaper Seta is curled up and curled at the feet of Tacang. He had to call Sea to lie beside him to isolate it from the rest of the crew. For ferocious beasts, it’s not enough to be vigilant. For Sta, if someone accidentally offends her, she can jump up and bite her throat. Mugambi sat at the wheel. Right in front of him, Acut squatted, waiting to change his shift. In the boat are twelve healthy and cheerful gibbons. Both of these twelve sailors kept turning on their back, watching the sea surface spread out more and more toward the horizon.
