“I’ve lost my goats, I’ve lost my cows!”
That such dire calamity should befall a man caused great pity, so the bystanders took Sheik Chilli to the Rajah, who asked him how it had all happened.
When he heard the story he laughed, and said: “This boy has a good heart, let him be given a reward to compensate him for the loss of his oil.”
SHEIK CHILLI
Sheik Chilli was going to be married, so his mother said: “My son, whatever your wife gives you to eat be content with your nemak panee (literally salt and water, but a native always speaks of his food as his “nemak panee”), and do not grumble, but eat uncomplaining.”
So when he was married, and his wife placed his food before him, he remembered his mother’s warning, and kept repeating, “Nemak panee, nemak panee,” till his wife was disgusted, and taking him at his word gave him salt and water to drink.
During the night he felt very hungry, and asked her to give him some food, but she said: “I am not going to get up and cook food for you at this hour of the night, but if you will go into a certain room, you will find some honey in a jar on the shelf, eat a little of that.”
Sheik Chilli, in trying to reach the jar of honey, upset it, and it came pouring down upon him, while he kept calling out, “Stop, stop, I’ve had enough,” till at last, surfeited with honey and smeared with it from head to foot, he returned to his wife, and told her what had happened. She advised him to go into the next room, where he would find some wool, and clean himself with it.
He tried to do this, but the wool stuck fast to the honey, and covered his body and his hands, so that he looked more like a sheep than a man, and his wife told him that he had better go and sleep with the sheep until morning, when she would prepare some warm water for him to have a wash.